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st4rfckerz · 2 months

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my sleep schedule is so fucked so whenever i conjured this up at like 4 am the other night.

mdni 18+ (somnophilia, dubcon)

Your eyes snap open as your body simply rejects the idea of sleep. You savor the the warmth of Anakin's body pressed closely against yours before carefully disentangles yourself without disturbing him further. The soft hum of the air conditioner fills the silence as you gingerly get out of bed, trying not to create too much noise. Letting your eyes readjust to the faint illumination coming from outdoors, you drowsily head to the restroom.

The moonlight seeping through the windows casts an ethereal glow on the hallway, bathing everything in a cool blue hue. As you enter the bathroom, you flip on the light switch, casting away the shadows. With a tired sigh, you unbutton your pajamas and sit down on the toilet seat. After finishing up on the cold toilet and washing your hands, you return to your bedroom, finding anakin still fast asleep. His chest rises and falls rhythmically under the covers, a faint hint of a smile playing on his lips. Something about his peaceful slumber triggers a sudden rush of arousal within you, causing your heartbeat to quicken. You watch him for a few more seconds before approaching cautiously, not wanting to disturb his rest.

Slowly, you reach out to trace the contours of his chiseled jawline with your fingertip, feeling the slight stubble beneath. The sensation sends electric currents throughout your body, igniting desires that had laid dormant just moments ago. You can't resist running your fingers through his curls, watching them fan out beneath your touch. Each movement brings forth images of intimate moments you've shared, of him taking control and making you submit willingly. This thought alone sends another wave of excitement coursing through your veins.

Unable to resist anymore, you climb onto the bed, straddling him with care. You hesitate for a brief moment before gently shifting Anakin onto his back. You reach down and grip his large, muscular thighs tightly, savoring the contrast between her delicate frame and his imposing strength. With one swift motion, you slide downwards, positioning yourself above his groin.

You lower yourself onto anakin's clothed cock, feeling the outline of his boxers against your panty-clad folds. You grind yourself against him, the friction setting your nerves ablaze. The fabric of his pants offers just enough resistance to heighten your pleasure, each roll of your hips bringing you more satisfaction.

"Baby," Anakin's deep, groggy voice resonates in you ear, causing goosebumps to rise along your exposed neck and your hips to slow down slightly. You feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. "Mmm don't stop." Despite being caught red-handed, you can't bring yourself to admit anything; instead, you let out a needy whimper, arching your back into him. Anakin's strong hands glide over your hips, his thumbs stroking the curve of your pelvis in gentle circles. Your eyes lock, his gaze filled with lust and amusement.

"Couldn't sleep, hm?" he speaks, his voice just above a whisper. You just shake your head and flutter your eyes closed. "Here." Anakin reaches for the elastic band of your panties and with practiced ease, he pulls them aside, revealing your swollen lips glistening with slick. He can't resist running his finger through it, drawing a sharp intake of breath from your lips. Grinning wickedly, he discards the damp fabric before turning his attention to himself. He swiftly removes his own boxers, standing tall and proud before you. The sight of him fully erect sends waves of anticipation through your body, causing you to squirm impatiently. Anakin slowly guides you down onto him, slowly impaling you on his cock. You gasps sharply at the invasion, your nails digging into his shoulders as he sets a steady pace. Your moans fill the room, punctuated by the sounds of your bodies connecting.

Anakin groans in satisfaction, laying back against the headboard as he watches you ride him, your body moving in sync with his shallow thrusts. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements while keeping you firmly grounded. The headboard creaks rhythmically underneath you, adding to the sensory overload you both experience.

"That's it, baby," he praises your performance, his breath hot against your neck. "Take all of me." He leans forward, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth, gently tugging it until you whimper.

"Ani- I can't 'm getting tired." you whine as you feel your legs starting to burn from the nonstop movement.

"Shh I got you it's okay," Anakin coos softly. His hand comes up to brush away the frayed hairs over your forehead. "Could've just woke me up angel, you know I would've taken care of you." he says between clenched teeth. He reaches up, cupping your breast in his large palm, squeezing it gently before releasing it to trail his fingers down your stomach. His calloused fingers find your clit, he rubs it lightly, timing it with each of your thrusts. Your body jolts against his, throwing your head back, your release building rapidly. "That's it, sweet girl," he murmurs, watching you crumble under his skilled touches. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, you back bowing as you chant his name into the night.

"There you go baby, gonna sleep reallll good after this."

As your muscles contract around him, he follows suit, thrusting harder and faster, claiming his own climax. His hips surge forward, driving deeper into your cunt, his muscles flexing under his skin. His groan fills the room, his release pulsing within you.

Once the storm subsides, they collapse onto the bed, panting heavily.

"Tired now?" Anakin asks you with a small, exhausted smile. Breathing heavily, you finally slow down, your body still quivering with post-orgasmic bliss. Opening your eyes slowly, you gaze at him adoringly.

"Yes, very tired." You respond. Anakin's arms wrap around your body tightly. "Good," he mutters into your hair, still catching his breath. You giggle softly into his chest, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

"Next time," he warns playfully, "just ask." But there's no real anger in his voice; only love and satisfaction.

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rafescurtainbangz · 27 days

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Shameless - Rafe Cameron +18

Thank you so much for your ask 💕🩷

Boyfriend!Rafe x Female Reader

800 words

⇢ Lightly edited

Minor DNI

Fingering, unprotected p in v, public sex, drug usage, Rafe and Reader are high (you are responsible for your consumption as a reader), teasing, pet names

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Reader’s POV:

“Princess… Mmm’fuck that’s it,” Rafe praises as you grind your needy self on his clothed cock. His fingers leave a bruising grip on both ass cheeks, tucked under your dress.

“I need your cock so bad, Rafe… It’s all I can think about,” you whine as Rafe’s fingers trail up your thighs making your spread legs draw together from sheer want alone. “Please, daddy.”

So needy f’me tonight, doll. I fuckin’ love it,” Rafe mumbles against your lips before his fingers make their way between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whine breathily, throwing your heavy head back as your high sets in. “I’m not wearing panties-”

“Yo - Can you two calm the fuck down?” Topper sneers, yanking you out of your cocaine and lust-driven haze. You meet Rafe’s eyes, practically black from the drugs, his beautiful blue hue all but gone. A smirk slides across his lips as he moves a little higher, ignoring Top completely.

“There ain’t enough rooms in this house for you, Country Club? Gotta get it on right here?” Barry mocks before sipping his drink.

“You hear somebody, princess? I sure as shit didn’t,” Rafe smiles. “Hold your tits for me,” he mutters before cutting a line on your cleavage. You giggle as he looks back at you hungrily before cleaning it off with his nose, then his mouth.

Rafe’s lips press against yours as he slides a digit into your soaked cunt. He swallows your moan, your parted lips letting his tongue slip through; the remnants of drugs on his lips making your mouth feel numb.

“These two serious?” Kelce chuckles. “Want me to record this for you, Rafey?”

Rafe draws away from your lips, breathing heavily through a cocky smile. “Please.” He lofts his phone in Kelce’s direction, giving you a little wink before getting back to it. “Now where were we?” He jams his finger back in your soaked pussy, making you moan. Your unbridled sounds of pleasure cause the little group of girls behind you to leave.

“You wanna stop?” Rafe mumbles with no intention to do so.

“No, Daddy. I want more,” you smile against his mouth.

“More, huh? Use your words, baby,” he bullies as he plays with your clit, making you whimper.

”Fuck me. I need it.”

“Right here? Right now?” He chuckles breathily.

You nod, letting your eyes fall shut. “Right here. Right now, Rafe. Fuck. Me-”

“Dude…” Topper snickers as he lifts his beer to his lips. “We gettin’ foreplay and everything? Just fuck and get it over with.”

“Shut up, Top,” Rafe sighs in his raspy tone. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

You tug at the button of Rafe's chinos, lowering his zipper. Rafe adjusts slightly, pulling you closer, releasing his cock. You moan at the sight of it, his fat cockhead already leaking precum. You swipe your finger across it, drawing it between your lips.

“Give me your pussy, baby. C’mon,” Rafe sighs impatiently as you dip him into your warmth. Just a tease on his tip as you line your body up in the perfect position. Rafe pitches his hips up, penetrating you deeply causing you to gasp.

"Mmm... That felt so fucking good, Daddy," you praise.

“Yeah, baby. You like that?” He groans as he starts thrusting up into you. You kiss him roughly, your tongues moving in succession; hands in his hair. “Bounce for me. Hmm?” Rafe breathes through a smirk.

You lower your weight on top of him, mouth falling into a soft “o” as his eyes roll back. You lean into his lips, brushing yours against his. "Such a big cock, daddy," You whisper into your kiss before giving his lip a soft bite and a tug.

You start to bounce on his dick, letting your ass clap against his thighs. Rafe chuckles darkly, listening to your drenched pussy squelch for all to hear.

“Grind on me, princess,” Rafe groans. You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe’s dick hits all the right spot, making you claw at his polo. He pushes you back slightly, shamelessly watching you work, his cock glistening with your essence as you feel yourself nearing your peak.

“M’gonna cum, baby,” you whimper.

“In front of all these people, baby doll… Shittt… I knew you were my girl.”

Rafe overpowers you, setting the pace, watching your face; responding to your pleasure. "Right there, Rafe", you plead as your orgasm teetering right on the edge of ecstacy. He spanks your ass roughly. "More," you beg. His hand meets your skin again, rougher than the first, causing you to cry out making the boys snicker amongst themselves.

“My girl sounds good. Huh?” He boasts. "Mmm... Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.”

“Rafe… I-” You lose all control, throwing your head back as you dissolve in pleasure, bouncing on top of him.

"Fuckkk," he moans deeply as his eyes pinch shut, surrendering to his climax as well.

Rafe’s eyes flutter open; his lap a wet mess from you. He reaches over, stealing the cig off Topper’s hand, popping it between his lips as he looks back at you. He retrieves the drugs from his pants pocket, dangling in front of your fucked-out gaze. “Ready for more?”

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wintfleur · 17 hours

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going under the sheets to lie on top of them as they giggle and pull you up and close 🌱 with will smith!!!!

౨ৎ chocolate ‘n beer

﹕─┈ pairings ( Will Smith x female! reader )

°. — summary ( a giggly couple in there shared tent ! )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; none that I know of. wc; 1.2k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ going under the sheets to lie on top of them as they giggle and pull you up and close

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( will my love :( I had so much fun writing this omg !! he’s just so perfect, definitely one of my favorite people to write for !! I hope you guys enjoy this , please let me know what you guys think !! It makes me so happy . . . This is my last fic for my 1k celly and I just wanted to thank you all again for the love you guys have given me , I love you all so much !! )

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“Fucking zippers” will groaned quietly in annoyance as he finally stepped into the tent, after struggling to open it the first few tries. The Flashlight shining from his phone and through his front hoodie pocket, lit up the dark blue tent, giving him a perfect view of you laying down in your green sleeping bag. His matching sleeping bag laid out right next to you.

Will’s eyes widened and he quickly pulled out his phone to turn off the flashlight, not wanting to wake you up. But by the tired groan leaving your lips, accompanied by the rustling of your sleeping bag, he knew he was too late . . . you were already up. But nonetheless he turned off his flashlight and was welcomed by the darkness of the cold tent.

“Be careful of the – “ your sleep filled voice broke the silence of the tent as you tried to warn him of the electric lantern that was at your feet, not wanting him to hurt himself. But you're cut off by the sound of him stubbing his toe against the said lantern, a wince leaving his lips quickly after.

You giggle tiredly and quickly rub at your tired eyes before sitting up in the sleeping bag and leaning forward to turn on the lantern, searching blindly for the turn switch. A hum of success leaves your lips when you find it, and then the tent lights up with an orange hue. You look up at your boyfriend who was giving you a bashful smile and rubbing his shin, his cheeks flushed from the bonfire the friends spent there night at.

“Hurry and close the tent before more cold air gets in '' you shivered as you rubbed your hoodie covered arms, your sleeping bag and wills hoodie not doing much to protect you from the cold air of the campsite. Will quickly turns around and crouches to zip up the tent, looking back at you with a teasing smile “Aww doll, need me to warm you up?”

“Please” You smiled innocently as you doubled down, unzipping your sleeping bag and scooting a little so he could have some room to slip in with you. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing as you watch him quickly lean down to take off his shoes, eager to cuddle with you. But you couldn't hold it in anymore and a giggle escaped your lips as Will quickly got on his knees and slipped into the sleeping bag with you.

“Mmm hello” will whispered between his own laughter as he rolled on top of you, putting most of his body weight on one of his forearms while he used his free hand to reach behind him, pulling the sleeping bag up to his shoulders. You smiled and zipped up the sleeping bag as you spread your legs more, letting him comfortably lay between your legs. Will let out a small hum of appreciation and dropped his head to rest in the crook of your neck, the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck gave you goosebumps. You whispered sweetly “hi”

You smiled and you felt his long eyelashes flutter against your neck, letting you know he closed his eyes. You slipped your hand down his back and under his hoodie, your warm hand soothing his cold skin. You brought your other hand up and started running your fingers through his blonde curls, a pleased sigh leaving his lips at your touch.

After a few minutes of silence and just enjoying the warmth coming from each other's bodies, Will started to get restless, being so close to you was too much for him. He tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips against the soft skin of your pulse point before placing a soft kiss. A pleased sight left your lips at the feeling and Will took that as an okay to keep going.

Will continued to kiss up your neck and jaw, small sighs and heavy breaths leaving your lips at the feeling of his soft lips kissing and sucking against your skin. You tilted your head to face him, and God did he look so pretty, flushed cheeks, his blonde curls a mess from you playing with it, his pretty blue eyes already looking down at you . . . a look in his eyes you knew all too well.

You nodded softly and Will was quick to lean down for a kiss, your noses bumping against each other before you felt his lips on yours. God, you loved how he kissed you, he never was in a rush, even in situations where he had to rush . . . no he wanted to savor the feeling and taste of your lips on his. Will moved his free hand up your side and cupped your jaw softly as your lips moved slowly in tandem.

Will gently bit on your bottom lip, and you were quick to accept his request, parting your lips for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. It was one of those kisses that you never wanted to end, his lips were so soft, so addicting, and God did he know how to use his tongue.

You were starting to lose your breath in the passionate kiss, the air in the tent getting hotter from the shared body heat. You broke the kiss and whispered breathlessly against his lips “You taste like chocolate . . . ‘n beer”

You tasted the smores the two of you made with your best friends Ryan and Gabe as you sat around the bonfire, and the beer the four of you sipped on as you laughed and talked about memories the four of you shared.

An infectious giggle leaves Will's swollen lips from the kiss the two of you shared and he softly dropped his forehead on your chest as his shoulders shook with laughter. The vibration of him laughing against you gave you butterflies, and you couldn't help but join him in laughter. Will rested his chin on your chest and looked up at you as you brought your hand up to brush his curls out of his face as he smiled teasingly “Oh so I taste delicious?’

“Mhm so delicious” you teased back as you brought your hand up to boop his nose softly with your finger, smiling at the cute nose scrunch he does at the soft feeling. His heart filled with warmth at the sound of your laughter, God you're so endearing he thought to himself as he looked up at you with love in his eyes. Taking in every detail of your beautiful face, that looked so heavenly under the orange hue.

He was so thankful that you agreed to go on the camp trip with them, he honestly wouldn't know what to do with himself if you didn't come along. Who was he going to laugh with as he teases a scaredy cat Gabe who freaks out over all the insects, or who was going to help scare Ryan with fake bear noises. Who was going to help keep him warm in the night. The answer was you . . . it was always you.

The sweet moment filled with love and giggles was interrupted by the sound of Ryan shouting from his and Gabe’s shared tent, tiredness in his tone as he complained. “Hey lovebirds, some of us want to sleep here!”

Will quickly brought his free hand to muffle your giggles, he himself biting his lip to stop himself from laughing. After a few moments the two of you calmed down from being called out, and Will places a long soft kiss on your forehead before whispering against your forehead . . .

“Let's get to bed doll, before we have to deal with a grumpy Gabe too”

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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i think hotch has a thing for freshly manicured nails. fucking LOVES when you get your nails done. walks by your desk, stops, grabs your hand and says "this is a beautiful color on you honey" before kissing your hand and going up to his office. loves it when you get matte brown nails but loves it even more when you get a shiny blood red manicure. cant stop picturing those pretty fingers pumping his thick cock. and how pretty your nails match your lipstick?? loves seeing those lipstick smears all over him. drives him insane. he slips you a $50 with a note saying "pink" or "blue" every week. LOVES that you always get whatever color he asks for. starts getting you dresses and skirts n stuff that match your nails. he thinks your square nails look prettiest but your pointed nails dig into his back in the most delicious way. no matter what really aaron is going to bust a nut over your pretty nails

this post is 18+, minors dni.

mmm the sugar daddy vibes that this gives off. doesn't matter that you're his girlfriend/wife and not his sugar baby, just bc the purpose of your relationship isn't money doesn't mean he doesn't shower you with it <3 he really likes holding your hand ofc, and even more than that he loves rubbing his hand over your nails, 'cause it feels nice over the pads of his fingers when there's smooth gel there instead of slightly rough nail. you're like his little stress toy :')

but absolutely is drawn to certain colors!! sometimes it depends on the seasons, he'll do warmer colors for autumn and lots of greens/pinks/blues for spring, but mostly it's just whatever mood he's in, matching whatever set of lingerie he wants to see you in this week. absolutely fucking loves when you match your makeup and especially lipstick to the color of your nails, or vice versa, and yes he loooves when you sit there and do some body worship for him, kissing all over his thighs and stomach and chest and cock <333 cover him in kiss marks while squeezing his thighs with your nails, he's begging u

no bc once he realizes he can formally request a nail color from you... sometimes he just venmos you the money, or transfers it into your account and texts you, but you really really loooove when he does it physically :') he'll bring you coffee in the morning and leave the cash/note tucked into the cup sleeve, or he'll whisk you away to the kitchen and murmur whatever color he wants against your lips while he tucks the cash in your back pocket <3333

most of his daydreams have to do with your hands (and matching mouth) all over his cock. he just can't stop picturing your hands everywhere on him, those nails scraping over his skin and those lips matching their hue, leaving stains behind for him to remember <3

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Happy Birthday

Captain Price x F!reader

Here you go my lil thirsty babies

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut - you can have a surprise again lmao

The taxi pulled up to your Captains home, a quaint little cottage just off an estate in Hereford. It was a night of celebration, your 30th birthday. The good Captain took it upon himself to throw you a birthday BBQ with the rest of your team. After a gruelling mission it was something you were desperately looking to.

It was a warm July evening, a humid breeze swirled around you as you walked up to the front door. Solid oak, washed a deep walnut colour, it was impressive. There was a thatched roof too, giving it a perfect English country vibe.

Knocking on the door you tucked your hair behind your ear, pulling your summer dress down a little more.

The door creaked open and Price met you with a warm smile, ‘you’re early love.’ Furrowing your brows you wrinkled your nose ‘no I’m not? You said six?’ He reached out and grabbed the small case of beer from your grasp with a wink, ‘definitely said seven.’ He moved slightly allowing you to enter his home.

It was quite minimalist, but colourful, various indoor plants decorated the window sills and corners of the room. You passed an antique bar which was full to the brim with various spirits, liqueurs and wines. There was an old fireplace which looked heavily used in the living room which lead through the kitchen.

‘Jesus’ you whispered as you stepped into the room. It was beautiful, a picturesque country kitchen you’d find in a magazine. The French doors were open which looked out upon a beautifully kept garden, it looked like it kept going to the horizon. He brushed past you, his warm skin grazed your arm as he walked to his fridge. ‘Sir, this kitchen is beautiful!’

As he popped the lid off your beer he chuckled to himself ‘we’re off duty, you can call me John love.’ Handing you the beer his eyes lingered on yours, fingertips touching briefly as you took the glass bottle off him. Smirking you took a swig and hopped up onto the counter watching him as he prepared the food. ‘So, how long have you lived here? It’s stunning.’

He kept his eyes on the vegetables as he chopped them up for the salad, ‘about five years now, was a proper dump when I got it. But I renovated it when I had some time off, did as much of it as I could on my own. Finally finished it last year.’ Gazing around the room at the low hanging beams, the tan tiles on the floor and beautiful deep copper sink you were surprised he’d done so much. ‘Not just a pretty face then sir’ you smirked as you took another swig.

He chewed his jaw as he looked over to you, your legs dangling off the counter, the golden hue of the sun illuminated your face, your eyes, your hair. Walking over to you he pulled at the drawer, his arm once again brushing you. Keeping his eyes fixed on the utensils he flashed his eyes up at you, the blue pools glimmered in the evening sun. ‘John’ he corrected.

‘Mmm, John.’ You tried out his name on your tongue. It felt foreign. Dirty.

You slid your leg across the counter and slowly pushed the drawer shut. Taking another swig you placed the bottle down and took his jaw in your hand. ‘I think I prefer sir.’

A primal growl emanated from his chest as he moved between your legs. From the very beginning there had been tension between the two of you. Furtive glances, banter, flirting, the foundation all ready in place to what ever was about to transpire. A hand slid up your thigh as you kept his gaze on you ‘you wanna fuck me John?’ Biting your lip you watched as he took a sharp inhale ‘like you wouldn’t fucking believe.’

Pulling him him closer you nipped at his ear lobe, ‘we got forty five minutes, you best take it then sir.’

With one smooth movement he wrapped his arm around your waist and the other behind your neck. Pulling you into a hungry kiss, you wrapped your own arms around his neck and hooked a leg around his waist. Moaning into the kiss you slid your hips towards him, your barely covered pussy glossing over his crotch.

He broke the kiss slightly, as he gasped into the space between you. ‘Christ’ he breathed as he lowered his hand to find you wearing nothing but very thin lace panties. Caressing it with a finger he felt how wet you were already causing him to chuckle slightly. ‘Already?’ He was in disbelief.

‘Always so wet around you sir, you have no idea’ you whispered pulling him back into a deep kiss. Slipping your tongue into his mouth he welcomed it without a second thought. As your tongues danced and fought with one another he pushed your panties to the side, brushing his finger along your slit. Groaning once again at your aroused state.

Testing the waters he slipped a finger into you, eliciting a whine from your throat. You rolled your hips towards him again urging him to continue. He pushed in another, stretching you open with every thrust. Keeping his pace in time with the kiss he gently grazed his thumb over your clit causing you to jolt. Both knees hooked around his waist your toes pointed through sheer pleasure.

Gripping his hair between your fingers you pulled him closer to you, wanting to inhale every part of him. The sound of your pussy echoed around the kitchen as the summer breeze swirled around you from the open doors. He tasted like whiskey, top shelf of course. He smelt like pine and fresh cotton.

Breaking away from the kiss you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. ‘I need you to fuck me’ you whispered against his jaw ‘I need you, now.’ He trialled kisses down your neck to your collar bone as he pushed you backward so you were now lying on his granite counter top. As he removed his fingers you hissed, watching as he sucked them clean smirking as your sweet taste.

‘If I’d have known you tasted like that I would have eaten this pussy months ago’ he drawled. Peeking at the clock he tutted ‘that’ll have to wait love, running out of time.’ Pulling his cock on the ran it up and down your slit a few times, gathering your arousal. You screwed your eyes shut as the head of his cock nudged clit over and over.

Pushing in you both gasped, a shudder ran down his spine as your pussy greedily sucked him in. He began to slowly move, stretching you out with every roll of his hips. He upped his pace, soon settling into a brash rhythm. You clawed at his arms, feeling his defined forearms as he grasped at your waist. ‘Fuck John’ you whined from the back of your throat. Your voice was hoarse and dry but dripping with need.

‘Keep sayin’ my name like that’ he grunted ‘keep going.’ Needling little persuasion you repeated his name, a devilish smirk on your face as you ran your tongue along your teeth. Lifting your one ankle up to his shoulder allowed him to thrust deeper into you. Completely bottoming out. As he glances down he saw a creamy ring around his cock which made his eyes roll to the back of his head. ‘Takin me so well, feels so good.’

Dropping a hand to you clit you began to rub small circles, applying the just the perfect amount of pressure. ‘Atta girl, show me how you like it’ he breathed into your ankle, kissing it tenderly. Feeling the familiar tightness grow in your abdomen your jaw began to go slack, pussy beginning to tighten.

‘You gonna cum for me?’ He ordered, slapping your outer thigh. ‘Yes, yes, fuuuuck’ you moaned ‘harder daddy please!’ There it was, the word he’d been waiting for, the most sinful word that could have dropped from your swollen lips. A guttural moan left his chest as he ramped up his pace again. Slamming his cock into you, over and over and over. Watching how your breasts and thighs bounced with the sheer force of him.

‘Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s gonna ruin this pretty little pussy.’ He felt you clench at his words. At his tone of voice. ‘Fuck I’m gonna cum!’ You whined, your body writhing beneath him. Using only one hand he pulled you upright by your dress as you came, resting your foreheads on one another’s. Another strangled moan and flurry of curses and ‘daddy’s’ fell from you, he inhaled them like the very air he needed to live.

As you came down from your high he noticed he was getting close ‘in me, John, cum in me, on the pill.’ That’s all he needed to hear. As he came inside you, you gripped his hair forcing him to look at you. Completely switching you grinned ‘mmm good boy John.’ The change in your attitude took him by surprise, causing a broken whimper to burst from his throat.

As his thrusts slowed you kissed him again, cupping his jaw. Pulling out he knelt to the floor, taking you by surprise. He swiped his tongue along your slit making you gasp, keeping his eyes on yours he licked at his cum dripping from your pussy. Before spitting it back onto you. ‘Don’t you dare clean that up. I want my cum to stay in those panties, until I take them off later .’ He gripped at your neck before giving you a peck on the lips ‘is that understood?’

Taking a sharp inhale you swallowed, hard. ‘Yes sir.’

‘Good.’ As he went to turn away he stopped himself grinning at you ‘oh, happy birthday.’

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sonder-paradise · 1 year

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𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

◊ ft. chuuya nakahara, gn!reader

◊ genre. comfort, chuuya's hopelessly in love with you

◊ a/n. it's been a while since i've written for tumblr.

Chuuya is a man of many talents. He wants to believe he is anyway. But there’s a lot he’s unsure of after the moon greets the city and he’s left alone with his thoughts. So, when the sun rises and kisses the city skyline, he watches it with a heavy heart. The mood of the week sinks like a boulder in the ocean.

It’s incredibly lonely in the sky.

He doesn’t fly about too often. Only when he wants to see the sunrise and prays for someone, anyone, to stop this torrid void in his chest. The gravity around him settles once more and he allows himself a brief moment to tumble down, down, down in the vastness of the city. Skyscrapers rush past him, guiding him down to the ground. His stomach plummets along with his body.

And then it all stops. That familiar red glow redefines him and he’s floating once more. That elation evaporates from his body and he stares up at the sky once more. It’s not like him to do something so idiotic. Even if he is in control of his own body and the abilities it holds.

He stuffs his hands in his pant’s pockets, staring down at the cracked sidewalks of Yokohama’s city. The sun soaks the stores and streets with a stunning golden hue. Nothing seems to be alive as if the entire city has disappeared. The emptiness in his chest tightens and grows.

Then, his phone vibrates in his back pocket. He shifts his expression into an unreadable frown, before delving to pick it up.

“Nakahara speaking, what’s up?”

“Chuuya, what are you doing up so early?”

His eyes glimmer a vibrant blue and he’s staring up from the sidewalk at the golden city. Your voice sounds soft and tired. He can imagine how sweet you appear with sleep buried in you eyes.

“That’s a good question… I could ask the same for you.”

“Last minute work…”

A pause lingers in between them and Chuuya can make out the rustle of your clothing.

“I couldn’t sleep. Bad dream.”

“Dream?”

Ah, shit.

“Chuuya, I know you don’t have dreams.”

Fuck.

He pauses, swallowing thickly.

You knew. Of course, you knew.

He had told you before and that’s all you needed to remember. You would ask and he would be at a loss for words all over again.

“Sorry,” he thinks a little, “I don’t know why I said that.”

You laugh on the other end of the phone. The noise is gentle and quiet as if you're trying not to wake someone up.

Chuuya clicks his tongue, feeling his cheeks warm from partial embarrassment and partially the sound of your laughter echoing through the phone.

“Shut up. Why did you even call anyway?”

You stops laughing on the other end, seemingly thinking over the answer yourself. He wants to comment about how you shouldn’t have spoken in the first place, but the words trip on his tongue when you speak again.

“I don’t know either, honestly. I think I was just tired and thought about you.”

He clears his throat, covering his face with his free hand. You're too much sometimes. He wants to say that you should be saying that to someone you love, or that you're certainly much too tired for these sorts of phrases.

But he doesn’t.

He’s not sure he wants to.

What if your answer scares him?

Instead, he sighs into the speaker.

“Want me to pick you up?”

“Mmm… That’d be nice. I was about to fall asleep in the office.”

“Let’s not do that. I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Chuuya remembers the first time he met you. There was a tenderness about the meeting. Regardless of the outcome, he confided in you. Your outstretched hand was one he was always willing to take. He grasped onto it and held it so tightly he feared he would scare you away.

But as he tumbles into the office, spotting your figure snoozing away at her desk, he can’t help but fear so much more. Your face is buried in your arms and the coagulated arrangement of items on your desk including an intimidating pile of paperwork makes his chest fill just a bit.

You stir, blinking back the exhaustion from your expression. Then, you smile. It’s a quiet and tender smile. Chuuya feels it engulf his chest and take over his body.

He’s enraptured by you utterly and entirely.

But he sighs, shaking his head as he strides over to you. He clicks his tongue, reaching over to brush away a loose strand of hair. You look up at him and chuckle, taking his fingers in her own and clasping it to your cheek so as to bury yourself in the palm of his hand.

His chest swells and he sits at the desk.

“Thank you for coming…”

“No, thank you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

You stir slightly. Your eyes meet his and for a second Chuuya’s worried he’s shown you too much of the side he tries to keep away from others. He attempts to suppress that, taking his hand away from your skin.

“Nothing, forget it… I’ll drop you off at your place.”

You shakes your head, leaning back against his arm. His face burns deeper by the second, but he takes it slowly this time.

“No, let me just rest for a second. Stay with me.”

“Fine… But just this once.”

He can feel your light breath against his skin. He hopes that you can’t feel his pulse through his veins. It feels just about ready to ignite into hot, molten flames. He covers his face once more, trying to remember the last time he felt so strangely… relaxed and alert all at once.

But he takes in a deep breath, looking down at you again.

His chest feels so full all of a sudden.

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caeboa · 4 months

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"Mmm? So you can finally see cute li'l me."

The pair / alternate side to my first Shinigami flower art, featuring our favourite puffy partner~! And true to her character here are some multi-faceted flower meanings for her. Blue flowers often stand for trust, inspiration and mystery, while purple can represent royalty, elegance or magic. For our crowned Mystery Labyrinth queen, a pretty fitting colour scheme. The first flower I included here was the Balloon Flower, a five pointed star like flower than comes primarily in blue hues. It's name comes from the way it puffs up before blooming, like a little balloon, much like our friendly death god! It has a vast amount of meanings from different cultures. In general gift meanings it means endless love, honesty and obedience, some things Shinigami says she'll offer her Master. In Victorian flower language it can symbolize the desire for a friend to return. In medieval Japan it meant magic and divination, as well as the five elements. In many places in Europe it meant the fives senses, and some it simply references a pentagram. The Columbine Flower, shown here in purple, pink and blue, with white petals in one layer and coloured pointed spurs behind each. In latin, the common name comes from the word for dove, for the white petals, though it's scientific name comes from eagle, for the talon like spurs. In Celtic belief, the flower is associated with portals between worlds. The Greeks meanwhile, attribute the flower to Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Some interpretations associate the columbine with foolishness & innocence due to it's shape matching that of a jester's hat. Modern meanings link this flower to Strength & Wisdom, with blue for calm, pink for happiness, and purple for success, and given to show the determination to win! And Monkshood, sometimes called aconite, wolfsbane, devil's helmet, has more ominous meanings. "Beware, a deadly foe is near." It is highly poisonous and deeply entrenched in myth and legend. In Greek myth it has been said to come from the drips of the fangs of Cerberus, guardian of the underworld. Unsurprisingly it means death in many places, but also caution and misanthropy. Perhaps perfect for a death good sneering at humans who commit murder? Lastly, the roses in their various colours. Purple for fascination, enchantment or wonder, blue for mystery & the impossible, and black for death & certainty.

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Ooh ooh you're taking request again!?

I enjoy everything that you write, the smut, the fluff, the ANGST! AMAZING!!

Something I would like to see, if possible, is some more sub Larissa. She's definitely a more dominant person but I can picture her being so unsure and almost timid at the prospect that she just needs all the directions. And some wonderful aftercare obviously!

If none of this tickles your fancy, I have a simple question for you: what is your favourite rock/precious stone/gem/crystal? (I'm such a nerd for that shit and love to know what people like lol)

Again, absolutely love everything you write, you are amazing and just keep on slaying!

Lay Back (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Authors Note: Does petrified wood count as a favorite rock? I also keep stone figures in my wallet for protection. I don't know their exact stone composition but I keep a gargoyle, a bear, and a small pig.

Is this really happening?

This was the same question running through your mind as you kissed Larissa Weems on her living room couch. You often found yourselves unwinding together after a long week by sharing a bottle of wine and chatting about the frustrations you both endured. Tonight was a little different as Larissa had leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

While you weren't opposed to kissing Larissa, the action came out of nowhere. Now that you had the taste of her lipstick and red wine on your tongue, you needed more. You brought a hand to the back of her head, keeping her lips pressed to yours before she could pull away. Larissa smiled against your lips and brought a hand to your face, delighted you reciprocated her feelings.

The kissing was slow and hesitant, both of you nervous to how far you could go. When you parted, Larissa ran her tongue along her bottom lip, savoring the final taste of you. Her sultry eyes and heavy breathing caused the words to tumble from your lips, “God, you’re incredible.”

She took the glass of wine from your hands and placed it on the coffee table next to hers. Larissa was full of surprises tonight as she moved to stand before you, pulled her skirt up around her waist and straddled your lap. You didn’t have enough time to even think about her actions after she began kissing you once more.

Your lips left hers first, beginning to savor each kiss you pressed to her jawline, trailing your way down to her neck. Larissa tilted her head back, offering you as much access to her neck as you wanted. You wanted nothing more than to make her feel incredible. A low moan in her throat drew your words from your mouth before you could even think, "Why don't you sit back and relax? I want to make you feel good..."

Larissa hummed in delight at your words, her hands tangled in your hair. She gave your hair a light tug, prying your lips from her neck so she could look into your eyes, her blue hues boring into yours, "Mmm... What are you going to do to me?"

"I-I-I want to taste you. I want to make you cum. I want-" Your heart began to race. She was so beautiful and the way she looked at you made the words catch in your throat, but once you began stating your fantasies, you remembered to check in with her, "Can I?"

Larissa's gaze broke away from yours and a blush began creeping across her cheeks. Never did she expect you to be so forthright with the things you wanted to do. With a deep breath, she slid off your lap onto the cushion next to you, "Yes, please."

You take her hands in yours and slide to the floor in front of her, hoping to ease whatever nervousness she felt, "Like I said, I just want to make you feel good... So if you need me to do anything or stop, just say so."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Larissa's lips as she nodded. In response, you pull her hands to your lips, pressing kisses to the backs of them and turning them over to press a kiss to both of her palms. You wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible offering up this control to you. Drawing one of her legs up, you press kisses up her shin, working your way up to her knee before stopping and restarting the process on her other leg.

Glancing up to Larissa, you could see that she had leaned back against the couch and was now staring up at the ceiling, her chest heaving with each press of your lips. You rest your hands on her knees, checking in with her once more, "Would you like me to keep going?"

"Yes, yes, yes.." Larissa was embarrassed at how overzealous she sounded, but you were grateful for it. Pushing her legs apart, you are finally given a view of her black panties. You are still in no rush, pressing slow, tender kisses to the insides of her thighs. Larissa couldn't help but squirm as the throbbing between her legs became more and more intense.

"What do you want from me...?" You whisper, your hands coming up to grasp at her upper thigh, thumbs making circles on the insides of her legs, achingly close to her heat.

"Please touch me... touch me- touch me with your tongue..." Larissa was unsure of how to ask you properly to eat her out. Not often did she have romantic interests who were so intent on taking control and pleasuring her. Regardless, you were happy to oblige her request.

Teasingly, you dip your head down between her legs, pushing her legs apart even further, so you could press a kiss against her covered pussy. Larissa released a heavy breath that turned into a hiss of frustration You didn't even have to ask and Larissa began to beg, "Please.. don't tease me... Please, I need it..."

Hooking your fingers around the waistband of her underwear, Larissa brought her legs together and lifted her hips, happy to help you in any way to get them off her body. You drag them down her legs and drop them to the side, smirking as Larissa opened her legs nice and wide for you once more. From the way she stared down at you, biting the inside of her lips, you could tell she was anxious for you to begin, "I'll go nice and slow and you just tell me what you want."

Larissa nodded once more, throwing her head back to stare at the ceiling and await your touch with growing anticipation, "Mhmm..."

Pushing two fingers between her folds, you drag them through her wetness until you reach her clit, circling it gently, "How's this?"

"More..." Larissa moaned, backing her hips into your hand searching out more of your touch. That was all the response you needed to remove your fingers and lower your lips to her heat, dragging your tongue along the same path. You hadn't even reached her clit when Larissa wove her hands into your hair and pulled you close enough to grind her hips against your mouth. She was absolutely desperate for you.

You were happy to lap at her clit eagerly, drawing more whines from her throat. Larissa's hips grinded and bucked into your mouth, but you continued licking and sucking feverishly. Your name began rolling of her tongue, over and over again with each pleasurable shockwave that rippled through her body.

With every lap of your tongue, her intense arousal was evident, so you saw it time to push a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp aloud. Pumping your finger in and out twice, you realized how wet and ready she already was for you that you added another to fill her up. Larissa gasped in response, her hips pushing down into the couch.

Now working in tandem, fingering and licking, Larissa inched her way closer to orgasm, her whimpers giving way to full moans and groans of pleasure. Larissa was a puddle under your touch, desperate for you to make her cum.

You curl your fingers and suck on her clit and Larissa began to writhe beneath you. You could feel her clenching around your fingers, indicating she was tipping over the edge. The way she cried your name was furthering your own arousal. Her thighs squeezed shut when she came and Larissa attempted to control herself enough to not hurt you, but the waves of pleasure were intense and unexpected.

She was still coming down off her orgasm when she reached down for you. Larissa took your face in her hands, drawing you up as she bent down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, swiping a tongue over your bottom lip to taste herself. Pulling away Larissa hummed and bit her lip, staring down at your lips for a moment, "Perhaps I should let you try on my strap..."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Drawn Together 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Steve's arm is an anchor, keeping you from drifting away from him. You lay awake, staring at the shadows on the wall, watching them shift with the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Each time you think to pull away, his embrace gets tighter yet his snores assure you of his slumber.

As the sun rises slowly, the hues rolling from blue to pink to orange to yellow, the tension in your muscles only winds tighter. You can't bear it anymore. The scent of his sweat or that glazed along your back.

You squeeze his arm and push your elbow into the mattress. As you attempt to sit up, he pulls you back and groans. You whimper and tap him frantically.

"Please," you squeak, "I have to..." get away from you, "...use the bathroom."

"Mmm," he grumbles and drags his arm off, falling flat on his back. You sit up as he stretches, the bed quaking with the intense span of his body. "Alright, sweetheart."

You get up, fighting not to run. That won't do anything but rouse him further. You go to the bathroom door and pause, peering through the doorway to your left and down the hall. Could you make it?

You think better of it. You're still unsteady. Your head is hollow and your limbs ache from the night spent rigid in his hold.

Instead, you seek safety behind the door. You flick the lock into place and look in the mirror. You turn on the faucet and splash lukewarm water in your face. You take your time, your mind racing for any sort of escape.

When at last you find the courage to emerge, you find the room empty. You grasp the doorframe and search the morning light. The bed is neatly made and there is no trace of that man. Oh god, are you going crazy? He was here, right?

Your sanity is assured you hear the scratch of the record player. The familiar notes of Otis Redding's infamous song begin to play. The careless and wistful tune turns ominous in your present circumstance.

You tiptoe down the hall, past the spare room and the room across from it where your grandfather's office once was. It's still there but you don't go in there often. You near the banister and touch the wooden orb atop the post. You peek down to the front door. So close.

"Sweetheart," Steve startles you as he emerges from the kitchen, "we should get started on today, huh?"

"I... uh, sure," you swallow and reluctantly part from the banister.

He wears a pair of dark jeans and a plain grey tank. You wring your hands and shuffle on your feet. What does he want from you? What do you do?

As he nears you, you wince and shy away. His brow twitches and you stop yourself. He touches your arm, caressing you as if the texture is something luxurious. He watches his fingertips brush over your skin and purrs.

"Why don't you work on breakfast and then we can figure out everything else."

"Everything else?" You fold your hands over your chest, shielding yourself as he toys with the strap of your nightgown.

"Well, we have company coming this afternoon. We have to get this place in shape. Oh, and maybe you can find a song to play."

"Company?" You echo weakly.

"My mother likes Mozart. She's a classic gal, but you could something more contemporary. Do you know any Patsy Cline?"

"Uh, I don't... I don't know, I... your mother?"

"I didn't want you to be nervous, sweetheart, but I think it's only right I introduce you. She's so happy to have a daughter-in-law. At last!"

"What?" Your heart thumps, louder and louder in your ears like that frightful Poe tale.

"It's okay. She's so nice and she's going to love you! I'll be here the whole time too." He takes your hands in his. So big and strong that you can't bring yourself to pull back. You stare at his chest, just along the top of the tank where his tattoo peeks out, "a nice old-fashioned girl like you, how could she hate you?"

"I... I'm not ready," you sputter.

"Not ready? I'm sure you can find something to wear. Something pretty. Red looks so nice on you, I saw a dress in the closet--"

"Steve," you say shrilly and struggle with him. He keeps your hands locked in his as your panic overflows, "please, I can't--"

"Oh, sweetheart, calm down. It's okay. How about once we get this place tidied up, we can go out and look at something new? We should have enough time to find you a pretty new dress--"

"Please, please, I can't--" you quaver as your eyes sting, "it's too much. It's... it's crazy!" You rip your hands away and clutch your head, "you're crazy! I don't want you here. You or your mother--"

"Sweetheart, just relax, you can't be getting yourself worked up."

"Worked up?! Worked up!! This is my home and--"

"This is our home," he grabs you by shoulders and shakes you. Your head snaps back and you bite your tongue, nearly choking on it. "Get a hold on yourself because I promise you," his voice deepens and rolls from his throat, "you don't want to get me worked up."

"I... I..." you babble.

"You can't act like this around my mother. It's unacceptable. Understand?" His thumbs press painfully against your shoulders, "if you keep on, I have no choice but to punish you so don't make me."

"Wha-- I--"

"Now, when mom is here, you call me sir, like a good wife, and you don't raise your voice," he brings a hand up to your chin, cradling it as his thumb reaches up your cheek, "and put a smile on your face, sweetheart. You are so precious when you smile."

You clamp your lips shut, holding back the shriek building in your chest. This can't be real. You know whatever he thinks is going on isn't but he just can't see it. It's all just so twisted and you have no idea how to untangle it.

🎹

You stand in front of the open closet. You chew your thumb as you stare aimlessly at the hangers. You don't want to do this. None of it. You want him to leave. You want this to all just be a nightmare.

You hover your hand over a hanger with a red dress but move away from it. No, not what he wants. You take out a navy dress with little silver flowers embroidered all over it.

You go to the bed and lay out the fabric, from far away it looks like simple polka dots. You take off your night gown and pull on a fresh pair of panties and your bra. You lift the dress and look it over one last time. The dread coils around your neck like a noose.

You unzip the back but a click interrupts your despair. You turn as the door opens and Steve enters, stopping short as he catches sight of you. His eyes stray from your face and you raise the dress to shield yourself.

He shudders and spreads his hand over his chest, running it down his torso as he exhales through his nose. He clenches his jaw and his cheek tics. He lifts his chin and his lip twitches dangerously.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I thought you were still in the shower," he says.

You stare at him blankly. He's changed. Dark slacks and a pristine white button-up. He holds a silk tie in his hand, his thumb rubbing the fabric firmly.

"Since you're not... you think you could help me out?" He lifts the tie and waggles it before you.

Your mouth is arid and itchy. You close it and nod. He doesn't budge. You're too nervous to ask him to leave. You turn away from him and quickly step into the dress, pulling it up your body and slipping your arms into the sleeves.

"Let me get this," he comes closer and you flinch but don't move away.

He steps behind you and his fingers brush the bare skin between the open zipper. A shiver ripples through you and he grabs the tab, pulling it up slowly. You hold your breath until he's done, spinning to make some space between you.

"I..." you look at the tie, "okay, I'll help."

"Sweetheart," he smiles and swoops the silk around his neck, "you're so good to me."

He angles to sit on the bed and tilts his head back, letting the tie hangs around his neck freely. You tiptoe towards him and take both ends. You sense his gaze on you, fervent and fiery.

"I promise," he reaches to tickle your hip, "I'll be just as good to you."

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maverickbabes · 4 months

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Kinkmas Day 6 - Thigh Fucking "Ma girl"

Kinkmas Day 6

Neytiri x female!navi!omatikaya!reader!

Warnings: thigh riding, some cursing/cussing, reader is sub and neyriti is dom as always ;), neytiri eating out reader, petnames: pretty girl, yawne, princess, babygirl, darling, i think that's it

Neytiri hovers over you as she admires the view she has. Your braids sprawled out, your big doe eyes widen with desire, your dark blue skin flushed with a pink hue. "You look so pretty right now y/n, so pretty" Neytiri coos as she gives your lips a gentle kiss before trailing her way down your body.

"ma yawne please don't tease" you whimpered as you arched your back in anticipation. You could feel her mouth get closer and closer to your heat, her tongue leaving a trail which gave you goosebumps. "But I love teasing you darling" Neytiri says seductively as she gave you a flirty wink then dived her mouth to your core.

A moan leaves your lips as you feel her tongue press flat against your other set of lips, lapping up all your juices. "Mmm you taste so good princess, so fucking good" She mumbles against your heat, the vibration of her voice sent your eyes rolling. She began eating you out like there was no tomorrow, like you were her last meal.

"Ah Ah Ah" You moan over and over again as you try to move your hips away but Neytiri has other plans. She grabs your hips and pulls you closer to her, the tip of her tongue teasing your bud. You looked down and the sight you saw almost made you cum right there.

Neytiri's eyes bore into yours as she watched you watch her eat you out.

Her fangs grazing against your soft lips

Her tongue lapping you up like a cat

her lips sucking up all your juices til she sucked you dry

"I'm gonna cum please neytiri please don't stop" You beg her and almost immediately she stops, her lips glistening with your juices. "W-What why did you stop" You ask her sitting up with a dumbfounded look on your face.

"Youre gonna ride me" She says as she helps you sit up straight and pulls you onto her thigh. "Ooh" you mumbled as you feel her soft skin against your soaked heat. "Ride me babygirl" Neytiri instructs and you nod your head while slowly moving your hips back and forth.

Neytiri lets out a moan and you grab her chin to make her face you and you start kissing her passionately. She trails her hands up your body as she began fondling with your breasts. You start to quicken your pace as you break off the kiss and start kissing along her neck and collarbone.

"Fuck darling" She moans as she grips your hips and tightens up her thigh muscle. The roughness against your sensitive bud was enough to get you going. You started gasping and panting as she help guide your hips faster and quicker.

"Imma cum" You tell her as you lean down and began kissing and sucking on her breasts. "Me too babygirl me too" She moans as she quicken her pace with her fingers rubbing her bud.

"Ah!" You practically screamed as you came undone on her thigh and she follows you seconds later coming in her hand. Both of you were breathing deeply and she grabs your face and kisses you gently.

"I love you my pretty girl" She says cheekily and you giggled before giving her a peck on the nose.

"I love you too darling"

an: cheezy ending I know but what can I say I love it 😂

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The Hare and the Tower

Chapter Thirteen: Homecoming

AN: Don't hate me guys, I swear I was going to post this last week, but writer's block hit me right at the end of this chapter.

Trigger Warnings: age gap, vomiting

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Summary: Vile accusations are levied. Friendships are tested. A marriage is strained.

Chapter Fourteen: Vile Rumors

117 AC, Westeros

The first thing Jesmyn was aware of as she sluggishly awakened, was the sound of rustling blankets to her left, and the slight dip of the mattress beneath her. Instinctively, her brows furrowed from the loss of her husband’s body heat.

"Mmm," Jesmyn hummed at the sudden shift beside her. "Otto?" she called sleepily, her eyes still closed.

She stirred slightly, pulling the covers closer around her body as if to keep the lull of sleep close to her. Almost instantly, a hand swept over her brow in a light caress.

"Go back to sleep love," Otto whispered warmly.

The suggestion was almost enough to gently pull her under, but instead she frowned.

"Why are you leaving bed?" Jesmyn questioned, rubbing her eyes and blinking until Otto eventually came into focus.

"There are matters I need to tend to," he answered vaguely.

"It's late," Jesmyn pointed out, with a soft sigh.

"I know, but this cannot wait,"

Carefully rolling onto her back, Jesmyn pushed herself up into a sitting position. In the low light provided by the moon, their chambers were dim and dark, but Jesmyn still managed to find the blue hues of Otto's eyes.

"What is it?" she asked, concern crossing her face.

"I cannot say Jesmyn," he replied, shaking his head.

"Otto—"

"All will be explained, later," he cut in, securing a loose strand of her hair safely behind her ear. He slid his hand over her shoulder and down to her chest, "Rest now, you and the babe need sleep," Otto said, touching just underneath her chin with his fingertips.

Her frown deepend, "Don’t patronize me," Jesmyn said, lightly slapping his hand away.

"It was never my intention to do so,"

"You are keeping things from me," she continued, her eyes narrowing.

Her mind began to wander into dangerous territory about what Otto was up to.

"Have you grown weary of me, Husband?" she questioned, her mouth drawing into a line. "Are you off to see another wom—"

Otto cupped her cheek in a soft caress and leaned his head down, planting his lips on hers.

"No, no, no!" he said, in between littering her face with kisses across her cheeks, jaw and forehead. "You foolish woman, I would never," Otto reassured. "As Lord Hand, my duties do not cease because it is nighttime, you know this,"

"I've never known them to wake you at the hour of the owl," she retorted, raising a brow. "This is new," she added.

"Because you sleep like the dead, Jesmyn," he quipped, gently grabbing both her wrists.

She smiled, "I do not!" Jesmyn replied, shaking her head and laughing.

"You most certainly do," Otto insisted, as she let him guide her to lying back on the mattress. "I'll be back shortly, love," he promised, before pressing his lips against hers in a quick, chaste kiss.

Otto started to pull away, but Jesmyn's hand shot out and gripped him by his tunic.

"You’ll be quick, yes?" she questioned, with a small tug that drew him back to her mouth. "Your Lady Wife does not approve of such late hours," she joked, her lips ghosting over his.

Otto offered her a smile once more, tinged with fondness and warmth.

"You'll hardly tell I left your side," he said, before pecking her lips. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, and she relinquished her grip on his tunic.

Standing up, Otto walked to their bed chamber door and glanced back at Jesmyn.

"Don't make me send a hunting party for you,"

With a breathless chuckle, Otto stepped out. Jesmyn yawned and closed her eyes, settling into bed once more with a tired wriggle before fully relaxing under the warmth of the thick covers.

~~~x~~~

"It-It’s a bad omen, I tell you," Jesmyn stated between heaves, feeling nausea build up within her again.

A new day had dawned in the Red Keep bringing about a bright morning sun amongst other things. Perched on the edge of her settee, Jesmyn’s face hovered over the chamber pot resting in her lap. She groaned, tightly gripping the sides of the chilled metal as sweat prickled her brow. Shakiness overcame her and with a grimace, Jesmyn felt her gut churn and gurgle. The pain was nearly unbearable.

"You've had morning sickness before milady," Jesmyn's chambermaid pointed out, setting a tray on the table in front of her.

"Not with this pregnancy, not until now," Jesmyn reminded breathlessly. "First, the Lord Hand never returned to our chambers and now, this," she continued, shaking her head. "I don't like this, I don't like this one bit,"

Jesmyn's body tensed, forcing her to close her eyes as her stomach gave another agonizing lurch.

"Gods!" she gasped.

That’s when a horrid taste filled her mouth. It was harsh and sour followed by a burning sensation in her throat, scratching as it went. Bile, is what she was feeling and the liquid was right in the back of her throat. And then it came. Jesmyn loudly hurled into the chamber pot with a wet, slopping sound. The act made Jesmyn’s whole body convulse as her vision blurred from the water welling in her eyes.

"How do you feel now, ma'am?"

Jesmyn gasped for breath, sending her into a coughing fit which wracked through her. After what seemed like an eternity, relief washed over her and she dared to breathe. It was over. The turbulent lurching in her stomach slowly eased.

"How do you think I feel?" Jesmyn snapped, her voice small and hoarse and a little dribble of drool escaped from the side of her mouth.

"Your tea milady, for your stomach," she said, gesturing to the tray. "And your nerves," she added.

Jesmyn set the pot onto the table and grabbed the porcelain cup. She winced slightly at the movement making her stomach churn again. With a groan, she raised the cup to her lips and closed her eyes, letting its warmth calm her.

She lowered the cup, "Pass me a handkerchief?" Jesmyn said, holding her hand out.

"Milady,"

Soft fabric was gently placed in her palm and Jesmyn brought the cloth to her face, dabbing at her mouth.

"Feeling better now, ma'am?"

"No, not really," Jesmyn answered bluntly. "But I’m not puking my insides out, so I must take my wins where I can receive them," she quipped, tossing the handkerchief onto the table.

"Is a bath in order?" the chambermaid questioned, with a smile.

"Quite so—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Otto stormed into the room as though appearing stage. Jesmyn's eyebrows raised at the forcefulness of his entry while Otto appeared to be stunned by the discovery that she was not alone.

"At long last, my husband returns," she quipped, her chambermaid curtsying immediately.

Otto's eyes darted to the chamber pot, "You're ill?" he commented, his tone soft.

"The delights of childbearing, my love," she said, placing her cup down. She glanced back over to her maid. "Draw a bath in my chambers," she ordered, and the young woman bowed her head.

With care, the chambermaid grabbed the pot and exited the room. Jesmyn's eyes flickered back to Otto studying him in curiosity. His face was paler than usual.

"How is it you look worse than I feel?" she asked humorously, standing up from her seat and moving over to him. Instinctively, his hands came to rest on her hips. "You broke your promise, you never rejoined me in bed,"

"I know, I’m sorry Jesmyn," Otto apologized, letting out an heavy exhale.

"What kept you from me?" she asked, tilting her head. He remained silent and the frown on his face only deepened. "Otto?" she called gently, cupping his cheek.

"It is most troubling news, dear wife," Otto responded, finally mustering up to speak.

"About?"

"Princess Rhaenyra,"

Her brows knit together and a chuckle left Jesmyn, "W-What about Rhaenyra?" she questioned, her hand dropping from his face.

"I must share some discomforting news with you about your friend," Otto said, sliding his palms up her waist to grab her hands. "Last night, Rhaenyra and Daemon were seen together...in the bowels of a pleasure den," he informed. "Coupling," Otto muttered, with a sigh.

Jesmyn jerked her head back, staring at him with wide eyes. She shook her head with a scoff and opened her mouth, but no words came out. It felt like the world had frozen over and everything gone still. Jesmyn's mind was tumbling over itself with hundreds of thoughts, too shocked to try to form a sentence. Silently, Otto stared at Jesmyn as his revelation dawned on her, sympathy in his gaze.

"No, that’s inconceivable," she disagreed, vigorously shaking her head. "Who would dare spread such wretched falsehoods?" Jesmyn asked angrily, her nose crinkling in disgust.

"I only wish it was a simple lie, Jesmyn," Otto stated. "But, a trusted source of mine relayed this me. They have never led me astray," he explained.

Jesmyn tugged her hands from his, "Your source?" she repeated, arching a brow. "Have you been having Rhaenrya spied upon?" she asked lowly, her face incredulous.

She was utterly stunned she was just learning about this. Otto reached for her hands, but she snatched them out of his grasp.

"I have, but—"

"Don't!" Jesmyn said sharply, swatting him away. "Spare me your shit justifications, Otto!" she hissed. "This is treason!" she exclaimed quietly. "Did you even consider how this could affect me? Our children?" she wondered. "King Viserys would be well in his rights to think I’m apart of this conspiracy, being your eyes and ears,"

"I would have not let any harm come your way," Otto asserted.

"If this is you avenging me for Daemon’s wrongdoing, then I do not want it!" she said, chuckling bitterly. "Not if it’s you deciding to destroy Rhaenyra’s honor as collateral,"

"This is not what this is!" Otto argued, his eyes not leaving her, begging her to believe him.

"You think yourself clever, don’t you?" she asked, letting out a sardonic laugh. "I know you Husband, and I know how meticulous you’ve been trying to subtly plant seeds of doubt in my mind about Rhaenyra," she continued. "How she is unfit to be heir to the throne, unfit to be my friend even," she recalled. "Your ambition truly knows no bounds, Otto. And I see now, there’s no line you wouldn’t cross to put Aegon on the throne,"

"Jesmyn, I would never lie to you," Otto stressed. "Not about this," he implored.

Those blue eyes she had once always found to be so trusting, now she could only stare into them and search for the slightest sign of even further deceit.

"How kind of you to make me privy to what is a lie or truth when you deem it necessary," Jesmyn remarked sarcastically, and he took a step forward. "No, don't touch me! You broke your promise!" she said, moving backwards in response and finally tearing her eyes from his.

"Look at me," he demanded softly, and she shook her head. Suddenly, his fingers lightly gripped her chin and guided her eyes to his. "I do not relish in this, giving you such news when you’re already in a delicate state," he declared, glancing down to her belly. "What do I gain by hurting you and the King?" he questioned.

"Everything!" Jesmyn responded quickly. "You claim you’d never lie to me, and yet lies keep spilling from your lips!" she snapped. "You can't help yourself, Otto," she breathed, pulling away from his hold.

Lifting the skirts of her night shift and robe, Jesmyn turned to leave when she felt fingers encircle her wrist, gently spinning her around.

"Jesmyn please—"

"No, continue as you were Otto, do whatever you think will get your blood on the Iron Throne. Please, don't mind me," Jesmyn encouraged, before walking off and nudging his hand away in the process. "It certainly hasn’t stopped you before,"

~~~x~~~

"Otto?" she whispered, before placing a chaste kiss on his lips then moving down his jaw.

"Hm?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow.

"Promise me this," she said, her breath tickling his ear. "We will never keep secrets from each other," she continued, kissing down his neck. "They are the bedrock for unhappy marriages and misery," she added, nipping at his collarbone.

Otto lifted his arms up and cupped his hands around her cheeks, guiding her head to meet his stare.

"Always, Jesmyn. I promise,"

Grinning toothily, Jesmyn rested her head on his chest, her ear directly over his heart. She burrowed further into Otto, mindlessly running her nails down his chest, letting her fingers brush against his chest hair.

"Good," she said softly.

"Jesmyn!"

She stopped in her tracks, her heart jumping at Alicent’s voice suddenly calling out to her. Jesmyn blinked her eyes rapidly to orient herself. So deep in her daze, she hadn’t realized where her feet had led her. With a deep inhale, she made her way over to the Queen. As she approached, Jesmyn studied her friend's face. It was a mixture between worry, anger, and desperation, but then her expression would morph into something akin to dread and almost contemptuous. It set Jesmyn on edge, and the same sense of uneasiness with Otto hit her with full force.

Jesmyn entered into the Godswood, "Alicent, I’m sorry I didn't notice your presence," she said. "I was so lost in thought," she explained.

"Are you well?" Alicent asked.

"This morning sickness has not limited itself to only the morn," Jesmyn quipped, and Alicent laughed softly. "And," she continued, with a sigh. "Your father and I, had a bit of an argument earlier,"

"What?" Alicent said, a frown drawing her eyebrows together in worry. "What about?"

"No, please don't work yourself up Alicent," Jesmyn assured, placing a hand on top of hers. "Marital spats are bound to happen," she added, with a weak smile on her face.

Jesmyn let her hand slip from Alicent's, but she reached out and clutched Jesmyn’s back into her hands.

"Alicent? What's wrong?" Jesmyn asked softly.

"Your argument with Father, was it about Rhaenyra?" Alicent guessed, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Jesmyn's eyes widened, quickly looking around, "Did Otto tell you?" she asked.

Alicent shook her head, "No, I overheard him this morning when he told Viserys,"

"Surely you don’t think it's true Alicent?" Jesmyn whispered.

"You’ve come to know Father well enough, Jesmyn. He would never lie—" Alicent stopped, her eyes catching something behind Jesmyn's shoulder. She released an unsteady breath. "Please stay, you've always been best at mediating,"

Alicent let go of Jesmyn's hand and straightened her posture. Turning around, Jesmyn saw it was Rhaenyra making her way over to them which caught Alicent’s attention.

"What happened last night?" Alicent asked, her tone serious as she stared pointedly at Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra stopped mid step, "What do you mean?"

"My father has made some worrying allegations about you. Were you with your uncle?" Alicent asked again.

Just the mention of Daemon made Jesmyn’s back stiffen, her stomach twist, but she kept up her expression neutral and glanced from Alicent to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra smiled, "Oh, I—I haven't seen him in years. He took me into the city for some fun," she explained simply.

Alicent took a few steps towards her, "Tell me the whole of it, Rhaenyra," she demanded.

Rhaenyra's eyebrows rose slightly, "Your father accused me of something. That I drank wine? Left the castle after dark?" she questioned.

"That you fսckеd Daemon in a pleasure house,"

Rhaenyra recoiled, the color in her face blanching, "This is a vile accusation!" she breathed.

"Is it?" Alicent retorted. "You Targaryens do have queer customs. And Daemon certainly knows no limit," she pointed out.

Silently, Jesmyn's eyes slid over to Rhaenyra as she closed the distance between herself and the two of them. "Alicent—Your Grace—Jesmyn, you must know I would—I would never. You cannot believe such gossip,"

"My father is no gossip," Alicent responded quickly.

"Well, certainly he's been misled. He could not have witnessed such a thing,"

"Why not?"

"Because it did not happen," Rhaenyra stressed, her eyes bouncing from Alicent to Jesmyn.

"He was told that you—" Alicent began

"Told?" Rhaenyra echoed, leaning back a little. "Who made these claims to your father?" Alicent fell silent, eliciting a quiet scoff from Rhaenyra. The princess moved past Alicent and closer to Jesmyn. "Jesmyn?" Rhaenyra questioned, and Jesmyn only nodded in response. "I am the Princess. To question my virtue is an act of treason," she reminded, turning back to Alicent.

The passion Jesmyn had seen in Alicent's face as she condemned Rhaenyra was nowhere to be found now, it had been replaced by hesitance and uncertainty.

"I do not know specifically—"

"Your father did not tell you?" Rhaenyra cut her off.

"He reported it to the King. I overheard," Alicent explained.

Silence swept over the Godswood. Nothing stirred; no birds chirped, no creatures moved. Everything was frozen, as if an unforeseen threat lurked nearby.

"So you are accusing me of slanders...you overheard?" Rhaenyra asked, breaking the stillness.

Alicent moved over to Rhaenyra, "I only want to help you, Rhaenyra," she said, desperation in her voice.

Rhaenyra's shoulders deflate, almost as if in surrender. "Okay," she said, letting out a sigh. "We—we drank in a tavern. Several taverns. It was getting late and I asked to go home. But Daemon wished to continue. As he was my escort, I had no real choice,"

"Continue," Alicent said, glancing down for a moment before she looked back at Rhaenyra. "In a brоthеl?" she asked, her probing gaze unflinching.

"He took me to a show. I..." she trailed off with a huff and gazed at Jesmyn almost as if silently asking for guidance, but Rhaenyra was met with no answer from Jesmyn, only her lips drawn into a thin line. Rhaenyra turned toward to Alicent. "I was only a spectator. I didn't do anything," she continued, voice rising a little before pausing briefly. "And then Daemon sank into his cups and abandoned me for some whore," she said, with a slight scowl. Rhaenyra fell silent, shaking her head a little. "I should've known better," she finished.

Alicent doesn't look at Rhaenyra, "So you did not?" she asked.

"Must I truly refute that?" Rhaenyra whispered.

"Yes, for both of our sakes," Jesmyn said, finally speaking up.

Rhaenyra looked between them, "Daemon never touched me. I swear this to you two upon the memory of my mother,"

Alicent stared at Rhaenyra for a moment before nodding, eyes anguished. "It was foolish of you to place yourself in a position where your virtue could even come into question," she continued, her voice becoming steadier. "The King has strived to find you a good match— and so have I. If that lord were to think that you had been— sullied," the word catches in her throat, "It would ruin everything,"

"I know," Rhaenyra whispered, looking down for a moment. "Your Grace. I regret it," she added.

Jesmyn extended both of her hands out for Alicent and Rhaenyra to take.

"We are to put this behind us, yes?" Jesmyn asked, glancing at the two of them as they took her hands. "Now that this has been cleared up,"

"Yes," Rhaenyra replied firmly

"Agreed," Alicent said, with a nod.

"Good," Jesmyn whispered.

~~~x~~~

"Vanesha, my sweet girl, how are you?" Jesmyn asked, her tone taking on a higher pitch.

Vanesha cooed in response, reaching insistently for her finger. Jesmyn indulgently obliged, handing over the digit, which her daughter immediately seized on and began to teeth on. Sitting on the floor in her shared quarters, a bright smile adorned Jesmyn’s face as she watched Tobin crawled around being entertained by nursemaids.

"I think it’s close to the little one’s nap time," the nursemaid commented, playing with one of Tobin’s wooden toys.

"Five more minutes," Jesmyn begged, with a chuckle and kissed her daughter's head.

She lightly pulled her finger from Vanesha’s tiny hand. Waving her index finger around her face, the girl let out a light whine as she reached out to Jesmyn’s finger and tried to take it into her mouth.

"Look at my precious boy," Otto stated warmly, entering into the room.

Jesmyn paused, lifting her head up to look at Otto with a wary stare. Noticing his father near him, Tobin quickly changed his course and crawled towards Otto. The older man's smile only grew as he scooped him up into his arms, hearing the boy giggle and making bubbles.

"Husband," Jesmyn greeted curtly, as the two nursemaids scrambled to their feet to curtsy. Carefully cradling Vanesha, she stood up. "I wasn't expecting you," she said, handing their daughter to one of the nursemaids.

"It's their nap time, Lord Hightower," the nursemaid informed gently.

Otto rocked Tobin in his arms, "Yes, of course," he responded, leaning down he kiss his cheek.

Tobin giggled in response as the nursemaid scooped baby from Otto into her arms.

"Milord, milady," the nursemaid said, with another curtsy before taking their leave.

Interlocking her fingers together, she rested them on her stomach, "I thought you'd still be at your desk working," Jesmyn commented. "Or scheming gods knows what," she added snarkily.

"We need to talk,"

She gave a small snort, "I think we said all we need too," Jesmyn replied. "What else is—" she started, but was cut off by a knock on the door. "Enter!" she shouted.

"Lord and Lady Hightower," the servant girl said walking in and curtsied.

"What is it?" Otto asked impatiently.

"Lady Hightower, I-I have a message from the King," the servant answered, and Jesmyn's and Otto's eyes met immediately.

In all the walks Jesmyn had taken in her life, one had never felt as long as the one she made to the council room. It was there she found herself alone with the King of Westeros, staring at her with neither malice or sadness. And for that very reason, Jesmyn was on edge.

"How does your babe fair, Lady Hightower?" King Viserys asked, sincerity behind his question.

"Well, Your Grace. A little bit of morning sickness, but nothing I couldn't handle," Jesmyn answered, placing her palm on the small bump. "Thank you for asking King Viserys," she said, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a smile.

He smiled back, albeit it was strained, "That's good," he said, with a nod. "Jesmyn, I shall speak plainly. You have always remained a friend to Rhaenyra even when she was not one to you. And I thank for you that, truly," he continued, moving away from his chair at the head of the council table. "And since you are a good friend of the Princess, and wife to the Lord Hand, I must know what you know about this rumor," he said, now standing directly in front of her.

She swallowed deeply, "It's true Your Majesty, I have heard the rumor from my husband," Jesmyn admitted, and King Viserys cocked his brow with an expectant look. "However, I do not know what to believe. This alleged event came only came from Otto's source, a third party,"

"Did you know about this source, Jesmyn?" he questioned, linking his arms behind his back.

"No, never," Jesmyn answered, shaking her head. "Today is the first I'm hearing of it, Your Grace," she added.

"But, you do understand Lord Hightower's motive behind his actions?" King Viserys asked again.

"I do, Your Grace, more than you know," Jesmyn agreed, sighing heavily. "May I speak plainly, King Viserys?" she asked.

"Please," he encouraged.

"My husband is an ambitious man, on that we both agree," Jesmyn said., and he nodded. "However, Otto wouldn't lie about something as serious of what he's alleging without having proof," she continued. "If this information were true, then..." she trailed off nervously.

"Then what, Lady Hightower?" King Viserys asked shortly. "Speak!" he yelled, causing Jesmyn to wince.

"He means to have Princess Rhaenyra declared unfit as heir and would see Prince Aegon named instead," she informed, watching the King's nostrils flare slightly. "And by His Majesty's reaction, I believe you know that as well," she remarked quietly.

"So, I ask you again Jesmyn. Do you believe this rumor told to you by the Lord Hand?"

"I've known Princess Rhaenyra since I was a young girl, and there were times I would characterize her behavior as reckless, but never to this degree, King Viserys," Jesmyn said. "Prince Daemon though—" she started, but the King sent her a withering look. She would have to tread very carefully with her words. "If this rumor were to be true, I believe Prince Daemon brought the Princess to that brothel as an unknowing participant in a scheme to ruin her name and was hoping someone would see her," she theorized. "Only, that someone was a spy for my husband, the Lord Hand," she finished, her voice lowered to a self-conscious mutter.

"You believe she’s telling the truth?" King Viserys questioned, and for a moment, Jesmyn thought she could hear desperation in his voice. As if he needed to physically hear the words leave her lips to convince himself.

"I do, Your Majesty. She swore to me,"

~~~x~~~

"King Viserys, I recognize I'm in no position to ask this, but spare my husband. I beg of you,"

Knocking back the last few drops of wine in her goblet, Jesmyn let out a deep exhale and shut her eyes.

"Fuck me," she breathed, wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb.

Besides her labors and subsequent near death experience, this had been the most stressful day in Jesmyn's life and she prayed for none to follow. She could only imagine what was transpiring between Otto and King Viserys. There had been no time for words to be exchanged when she saw her husband being escorted to the council room as she was leaving from it. The only thing her and Otto could share was worried glances as they passed each other. Would King Viserys strip her husband of his title as Lord Hand? Would he execute—no, she mustn’t let her thoughts turn to such horridness. For all of Otto’s faults, he was still good man, a good husband, and a good father.

Maybe, the King will be lenient on Otto. Up until now, he had served his position dutifully. Jesmyn just needed to receive a word, any word about her husband’s well being and she would be able to cross one worry off her ever-growing list from today’s events. Suddenly, the door slammed closed to their quarters, the unexpected bang almost causing her goblet to slip from her grip.

Jesmyn placed her cup down, "Otto?" she called, walking towards the entryway of the sitting room. "Is that you my love? I've been—" she began, but stopped after nearly slamming into the velvet material of Otto's doublet.

Her hands braced themselves on Otto’s chest and she chuckled softly to herself. Jesmyn’s smile faded as she realized where her left hand was resting, she did not the feel the coolness of Otto’s pin. She looked up only to meet the narrowed eyes of Otto already glaring back at her.

"Otto, where is your pin?" Jesmyn asked, her breath unsteady.

"What did you say to the King?" Otto asked back, it was a barely hidden snarl from behind clenched teeth.

"Only the truth," she answered, backing away from him. An airy laugh left her and she shook her head, having an inkling on where the conversation was going. She could see the blame in his eyes. "Are you truly going to try and blame me for your loss of station?" she questioned, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"You chose Rhaenyra over me!" Otto shouted, his nostrils flaring and his temples rippling with anger. "She ignored you for three years and yet you still chose her!"

"No! I remained a loyal subject to my King and his future heir!" Jesmyn shot back, pointing at him. "A difficult concept for you to follow it seems," she retorted.

"I am your husband—"

"And they're the royal family, our superiors!" Jesmyn interrupted. "You should be grateful, your head yet remains on your shoulders! I, your wife, is the reason it remains so,"

"Ha!" Otto laughed, clasping his hands together. "You think your words have any type of sway over the King?" he questioned mockingly.

"Yes Otto, I do!" Jesmyn exclaimed. "King Viserys still has confidence in me, can he say the same about you?" she sneered.

Otto's cheeks flared red, "We are to leave the palace soon," he informed stiffly. "Begin your packing, Wife," he instructed, turning his back to her.

"No," Jesmyn responded calmly.

He swiftly spun around, his thick brows furrowed with deep displeasure, "What do you mean, 'no'?"

She took a step forward, "While you have been dismissed from your position Husband, I gained one," Jesmyn stated matter of factly. "Princess Rhaenyra has offered me to be her lady-in-waiting and I accepted," she continued. "So, I will remain here at the palace, as well as Vanesha and Tobin," she explained, as Otto approached her.

"This is ludicrous!" Otto hissed. "A married noblewoman remaining at court while her husband returns home? Do you wish to bring shame to our good name?"

"I think you’ve done that well enough by yourself Otto," she hissed back.

The blue of his irises hardened black as his jaw tightened. There was a moment of silence before he turned away from Jesmyn.

"Do not join me in my chambers tonight," Otto said, not facing her.

Jesmyn's eyes widen, feeling a sharp twinge in her chest as if her heart was twisting around itself. Time slowed as she processed his words, and her determination faded into terror. Her nose began to burn with tears she was holding back and she shook her head as she watched Otto start to walk away. Jesmyn followed behind him, her hand reaching out to grip his bicep, but in her attempt to stop Otto she failed. As soon as her fingers brushed against his arm, he shrugged her off and left the room.

Jesmyn's mouth trembled, feeling like the wind was knocked out of her. A whimper involuntarily left her mouth, unaccustomed to the feeling of such emptiness. Her shoulders began shaking like a leaf while her breath came out in uneven, rapid bursts. Jesmyn's mouth opened to yell Otto's name, but the only sound that came out was a light sob. Teary eyes flickered across the room, Jesmyn's chest heaving erratically before she completely broke down into tears. Hoarse, gut-wrenching sobs shudder out of her body which caused her knees to buckle and sink onto the floor.

Hot, salty droplets continued their journey down Jesmyn's face and she wanted to scream until her lungs gave out; until it was impossible she couldn't make a sound. Another desperate, hiccuping sob racked through her as she faced a terrifying realization. For the first time in Jesmyn's life, the fear of losing her beloved husband became all too real. Her heart ached, the pain was overwhelming and it seeped into her soul.

Jesmyn had told the truth, but at what cost of her marriage.

Chapter Fifteen: We Light the Way

#house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fanfiction #black!reader #otto hightower x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones fanfiction #black fanfiction #game of thrones imagine #black!oc #game of thrones oc #otto hightower x oc #hotd x reader #got x reader

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bl4cktourmaline · 4 months

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ENSTARS REQS OPEN. EHEHEHDUEHEHEH okok anyway CAN I REQ KAORU (unsurprisingly) WITH AN S/O WHO USUALLY DOESNT FLIRT BACK WITH HIM like they just laugh and say thank you and then one day they DO flirt back with him??? thank u so much have an amazing day huehURHEUHE

ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡ — kaoru hakaze

✿ — ♬ ⌨️ᶻᶻᶻ : yue is typing... ✉!

✿ — ↻ SYNOPSIS : what happened when a flirtatious man is caught guard off by his s/o returning the gestures out of the blue?

✿ — ♯ GENRE : fluff

✿ — ↠ NOTE : yahoo~ bestie<33 I know you will probably be surprised that I did this one so quickly...I didn't have that many requests for enstars so I thought it's won't hurt to do yours immediately, I hope you enjoy this request as I have fun with this one hehe, kiyo~! click here for the masterlist ~

✿ — ♪ REMINDER : reblogs & likes are appreciated, in doing so will motivate us to continue delivering stories to you, thank you for all of your supports ~ !

✿ — ► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : kaoru hakaze with his s/o compliment him back unexpectedly...

ᝰ When the two of you start dating, the relationship start off smoothly with Kaoru always pestering you with compliments, just to stir a reaction out of you which always end up either you laugh it off or leaving you with pinkish cheeks.

ᝰ He does it almost all the time especially when you aren't feeling good about yourself, feeling stressed? Feeling ill? he would surprised you with his cooking and a note that said "Stay healthy, beautiful♡"

ᝰ When you aren't busy, he always took the chance to cuddle with you, it's either his head resting on your laps or his face pressed against your stomach because you just feel so comfy and he tell you that a lot.

ᝰ He honestly didn't expect you to compliment him back because when you did, he become so lost and flustered...

It was around evening when it happened.

It was one of those rare occasions where both you and Kaoru have the day off and you took advantage of that fact, quietly relaxing at home with your lover.

He has been really sweet to you throughout your relationship with the idol himself.

You could hardly believe that someone as popular as him is all yours behind closed doors.

It makes you wonder... would he be happy to have you pampering him once in a while?

"Hmm..." You hummed softly, stroking his dark blonde hair to which he let out a quiet sigh.

"Mmm...is that something on your mind?" He has one eye open, peeking at your face from below "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing serious...just think my boyfriend has such pretty hair..."

"Ah, that's goo-wait! what did you say?"

"That you're pretty?" You couldn't hide the smug look you have on your face "I love your hair, hands..."

His eyes watch your movements, puzzled as you continue to stroke his hair "Especially your eyes... they have this warmth when I stare into them"

You stare down at him with gentle eyes, a look of someone in love "...that I can't help but think of you like the sun...my very own exclusive sunshine"

"But best of all?" You place your finger on his lips "This...is just for me and me only ~"

"Ahhh..." He covered his face with both of his hands, turned himself away with his back facing you and you could see the tips of his ears turning red...

"Well~ aren't you a shy one?"

"Please don't tease me anymore..."

"Ah, why not?"

"I don't think my heart can take it"

"... Kaoru"

"What is it...?"

"Look at me"

He hesitate at first but slowly remove his hands to see your face up close and you could how flustered he was with soft pink hues spread across his cheeks and ears.

"I love you"

...thus the day end with a sweet kiss under the evening sky.

#｡⊹˚yue; writing -ˏˋ꒰🎐꒱˚彡๑ #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x y/n #enstars x y/n #enstars x you #ensemble stars x you #hakaze kaoru #kaoru hakaze x reader #kaoru hakaze #undead #enstars kaoru #gender neutral reader #x reader #fluff

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safe-from-sharp-teeth · 7 months

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Trying my hand at some writing! This is a very new world I have, called the Heartlands, featuring a human kingdom of the same name in a world of monsters. (In Hiding actually takes place nowhere near the kingdom, but far up north.) This is a character prologue for someone you'll see more of later! Details and designs might change down the line. Enjoy :)

CHARACTER PROLOGUE: ASYR // IN HIDING

Asyr wishes on a comet to meet a human.

3k words, unwilling pred and unwilling prey, dragon vore, a lot of anxiety, angst, some good times that are quickly ruined, soft, safe, nonfatal vore only, blood mention

I wish to be a human.

Atop the cliffside overlooking the endless crater below lies a man. More accurately, a creature that looks like a man rests with fingers dug into the grass and soil below. A curious object stays cupped within his other hand, a light glow emanating from within his fingers. Stars glitter overhead, and what looks like a passing meteor shoots across the moonlit sky before burning, invariably, to dust.

No, no, that’s asking too much…I, uh…wish just to talk to a human. Face-to-face. Before mom gets them, at least.

That happened all too often. A passing soul would venture into the cave systems below in search of glittering gems or relics of ancient civilizations, and they would never come out. If the traps didn’t get them, the dragons would.

My kin.

Asyr’s legs - currently dangling over the edge of the cliff - started swinging in place. It was the best way he could get that “tail waggle” energy out in this form without a tail. Pretending to be a human was just so fun! And dangerous. If Mom were to see-

His train of thought was interrupted as something felt very, very wrong. Anxious energy shot through his veins. What is it? Is something there? My hand- He opened his palm, perplexed, revealing the rock shard he had been holding. The glow had faded completely, leaving the stone with a dull blue hue. Wha…?

"Kid! Psst! Get away from the edge!"

Asyr scrambled. He nearly flung himself off the cliff, finding that these human fingernails were not nearly as good at hoisting himself up as his claws. But he managed to get himself away from the edge in a panic, his breathing erratic. A pale, human face watched him from behind a tree a good few yards away.

The human scrunched up his nose. “What are ya doing out here? If one of those creatures sees ya, you’ll…uh-” he stopped. He stepped out from the tree, revealing his full form: tall, medium build, with tangled brown hair and an unshaven face. He had a small pack on his back and a knife sheathed on his belt. In a swift motion, the man produced a crossbow from his pack and aimed it at Asyr.

“What…are ya?”

At this moment, Asyr was on his back, recovering from the scare. The human looked upside-down to him. He turned to be on his stomach, dirt mixing with his otherwise well-kept golden hair.

“Ah….Aghah…I’m…” The fledgling weighed his options. Dragons are methodical, nigh immortal creatures who can spend weeks, if not years pondering the best course of action for a certain event. Asyr didn’t have that kind of time, so he chose the option that he thought was less likely to get him killed.

This choice would eventually be proven wrong.

“I’m…I’m a human,” he wheezed. “Same as you!”

“Mmm, ya don’t look like any human I’ve ever seen. Black eyes ‘n all. And are those horns?” The crossbow was still trained on his face.

“Native! I’m….native. One of the, er, descendants… of the humans who lived here. Doubt you’ve ever seen one of us; we live…underground…?”

The human pondered. “So,” a gleam entered his eye, “yer saying ya know the area?”

Asyr shuddered. He knew where this was going. He could say no. But this was a real human! When would he have this chance again? “Like the back of my talo…-hands.”

“Cool.” The human lowered the crossbow and retrieved a small object from his pocket. He walked over to Asyr, who was still lying in the dirt. The man grabbed him by the collar and yanked him to a standing position.

“I’m Jay,” he beamed. “And,” he placed a coin of solid gold into Asyr’s trembling hand, “how about ya lead me down there?”

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His chest felt like bursting as they descended into the pit. Typically, Asyr would just fly down, but for obvious reasons, he had to take the perilous, spiraling ramp that ran around the edge of the hole. At many points, the pair came across entrances to tunnels unknown to the fledgling, which he would simply shoo off, saying their prize was further below. The journey was awkwardly silent - Asyr had spent years daydreaming about talking to a human, and now that the chance had come, no words came out. His throat felt remarkably dry.

Instead of talking, he looked at the items that had creased his hands from holding onto them so tightly: the gold coin from Jay, and the dull, sharp rock from earlier.

“Whas’ that.”

Once again, he almost jumped in his skin. “AAh, ah, it’s…a lucky charm, I guess? It’s a piece of a comet from long ago.” Maybe I can get some information from him. “What do you know about this area, Jay?”

“Mm. Full o’ treasure, it is. Now crawling with dragons. What happened before doesn’t interest me,” he chuckled.

A sad look overtook the fledgling’s face. “W-well, you might be interested in this: it’s said that a comet struck this land a long time ago, imbuing the area with magic. Even the humans who moved in here could wield it using tools and tomes.” His eyes sparkled. “They’re long gone now, but it’s said that if you can find one of the pieces of the comet and make a wish on it, it’ll come true.” He was too embarrassed to admit how many times he had sat atop that cliff, doing this very thing.

Jay looked at the shard in the boy’s hand. “So thas’ one of the magic comet pieces, is it?”

“Well…It’s useless to me now. I think the magic’s gone if there was any-”

“Yoink.” Jay snatched the piece too quickly for Asyr to react. “Magic rocks, eh? Thanks for the tip. Could make a fortune on suckers,” he snickered.

A sparkle grew in Asyr’s eyes, his imaginary tail threatening to wag. Maybe humans have hoards, just like me.

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Finally, the pair reached a familiar tunnel to Asyr. Home. Charred remains of some former creature lie at the entrance. Mom’s warning to intruders. Oh Gods, MOM. The weight of exactly what he was doing hit him like a boulder, and Asyr struggled to breathe, his body rebelling against him.

“Are - Are you quite sure this is a good idea?” Asyr wheezed. “I know the dragon who lives here. She - it’s dangerous. Like, really dangerous. ‘No-one-has-made-it-out-alive’ dangerous.”

Jay stiffened. “Kid, ya gotta learn a bit about treasure hunting. Dangerous izza whole point. ‘Nothing in the world is worth doing ‘less it means effort and pain and difficulty’, ‘kay? S’what we chase to feel alive.”

He steadied himself on Jay’s words. Humans believe they can do anything. He thought about the night after night that he trembled at the idea of hunting, hiding from his mother. If only I had that confidence.

“C’mon kid, let’s get a move on - while the beastie still sleeps.” Jay pat Asyr on the back, and they headed in, the dark finally swallowing them whole.

These tunnels may have originally been built by humans, but the dragons expanded when they moved in. Now they were massive, easily 30 feet tall by 30 feet wide. The ambiance felt…lonely.

This should be easy. I know the way…don’t I? As the pair ventured further in, the fledgling couldn’t help but feel a rising panic setting in. These human eyes couldn’t see in the dark like he normally could, and Jake’s paltry torch only disoriented him further. The smells were all weird, and he felt so small. A few steps as a dragon could be a few dozen for a human. Rounding a corner, the two came across a corridor lined with stone tiles. Strange holes lie between many of the tiles.

Panic set in for Asyr. “I…I have no idea where we are. I’ve n-never seen this before.”

Jay once again patted the boy on the back. “Not to worry; ya’ve done well to lead us down here. This is a basic spike trap!” he grinned. “See the tiles that look more worn than the others? That's the path we should follow. I’ll show you.”

“Wha-wait!” Asyr whisper-yelled as the man skipped across the stones with ease. To his surprise, Jay wasn’t skewered.

“Yer turn, kid.”

I could turn into a dragon right now and fly across. Or I could leave and never look back. But…Asyr looked at Jay’s face, a smirk lining it. He believes in me. Just pretend I’m human. I’m human…And he leaped.

Asyr ran across the tiles with an unbalanced, awkward gait. Human bodies were quite hard to control, after all. Unfortunately, this started setting off spikes mere inches from his body, causing him to barely hold in a scream. In slow motion, Jay’s smile fully turned into a grimace, expecting his partner in crime to turn into a kebab. He was pleasantly surprised(and immediately annoyed) when Asyr bounded over the last tile and scampered straight into him, knocking the two of them over.

“GAH - KID,” the human exclaimed, ready to shove the anxious mess of a person off of him. He stopped when he felt tears plop onto his shirt. “...Ya okay, kid?”

“I-I’m alive,” the fledgling sniffled, a smile spread across his face. “Th-that was the scariest th-thing I’ve ever done. Second scariest,” he rasped.

Jay patted his head. “Here, les’ get up.” Asyr removed himself from the human, and the both of them stood back up, dust clinging to their outfits. “Not bad for your…presumably…first trap ever. (How in the world are you still alive down here) Ya know, how about…when we get the treasure, I give ya a share…like 10% for your help. And ya know that gold coin I gave ya?” Asyr nodded.

“Les’ go out after this. Get a nice meal together. Ya can use that to pay.”

Tears welled in his eyes, and Asyr hugged the roguish human. It was the first hug that the fledgling had ever experienced. Warmth flooded through the cold-blooded creature, turning his cheeks a rosy pink. My first friend.

Jay groaned. “‘Kay, kid, c’mon. We got through one trap.”

Asyr tentatively let go, laughing. Joy couldn’t help but overflow from his face. “And we’ll get through a dozen more!” They started their path forward. Jay rolled his eyes as Asyr continued, “With you, I think we can beat any-”

The net underneath them, currently hidden between the tiles, sprung upwards. In a split second, Jay and Asyr were dangling 30 feet above the ground.

“-traps.”

Jay’s demeanor began to change. “Ha, ah, um, didn’t see that one coming. L-luckily, I have a knife just for moments like this.” he unsheathed the knife from his waist and began to cut at the large net holding them in place.

Asyr felt panic rise in him for what felt like the hundredth time on this mission. But look, Jay knows what he’s doing. He’s a seasoned adventurer. It can’t get any worse.

And then, an alarm started blaring. A bell, ringing and ringing and ringing. The fledgling’s eyes went wide. He had only heard this bell a few times before when some poor soul had come for Mom’s hoard. She would always come back with blood around her mouth.

“J-JAY, can you get us o-ouT OF HERE-” Asyr said, terrified.

“It’s a huge fall! I-I’m not sure we’d even make it!” Jay stammered in response.

“PLEASE,” Asyr sobbed, reaching to wrestle the knife from his hands.

But it was too late for them to escape, even if they could survive the fall. A low growwwwllll echoed through the corridor, a huff of smoke accompanying it. Asyr tried to back up as far as he could, but the net made the situation impossible to get away from. He couldn’t even transform back into a dragon without potentially strangling himself in the net, or crushing Jay. He could only watch in terror as Ervyr, the Firebreather - his mother - leisurely crept into view.

Ervyr had a terrifying air about her. She’s one of the only Lung Dragons to still exist, and even rarer, one of the few of her kind to have been consumed by greed. She’s jet-black in appearance, with fangs larger than a human head. Her hoard is legendary and encompasses much of the Northern Crater. To try to pillage even a speck of gold from it is a monumentally foolish decision.

“Two humans,” she rumbled, “after my hoard.” She stepped on the spike trap, the spikes piercing upwards into her skin. It didn’t make a dent. “How would you like to die? Boiled? Charred?” Continuous smoke exited her nostrils. She reached out towards the net, easily slicing the top of it with a single claw, a paw underneath to catch her prey. Now, Jay and Asyr were “free”...in the hands of a dragon that wanted to kill them, of course.

“M-Mama,” Asyr croaked. There is no way to get out of this. There is no way to get out of this. We’re going to die.

“Oh look,” she puffed out a breath of smoke. “This one’s calling for their mama. Does the other one have anything to say?”

Jay was petrified. He looked like the wind had been completely knocked out of him. Still, he tried to respond. “‘S the kid. H-he brought me here; he knows about the hoard - G-gods above, kill ‘im, not m-me. I’ll tell me friends n-not to ever come ‘ere, ma’am.”

Ervyr grinned, picking up Asyr by the shirt and holding him above her mouth. Asyr squirmed, barely even registering Jay’s betrayal. “I loooooove humans. So deceptive. And so tasty, too. Looks like your time is up, kid~” she opened her jaws, her massive forked tongue lolling out.

“Mama!! Mama!! MAMA!!!” Asyr wailed, snapping out of the shock of the situation. In an instant, he was back in his dragon form, resembling a much smaller and less fearsome Ervyr. He squirmed out of his mother’s grasp, floating in place.

She blinked with all three of her inner eyelids, Jay still cupped in her hand. Silence filled the corridor. Asyr dared not move, speak, or touch her. She had never caught him in any other form before, and a pit of dread lay in his throat thinking about what she thought of him gallivanting around as a lowly human. She had taught him to believe dragons were superior to all others.

“Asyr.” she breathed, smoke exiting her nostrils. “What a great teachable moment you have thrust yourself into.” She uncupped Jay, who was currently stabbing at her paw with his knife. It did absolutely nothing. She grasped the knife between two claws before throwing it to the side. “You see, I will forget your little…transgression just now, under one condition.” Her claws sliced off Jay’s pack, and it unceremoniously fell on the floor.

“You eat this one.”

Asyr tensed, a shaky breath escaping him. “Mama, please-”

“YOU EAT THIS ONE,” she ROARED, the cavern walls shaking from the tremor. Smoke billowed from her mouth. The only other noise was Jay babbling to himself, praying to any god that might hear him.

“Yes, Mama.”

“First lesson: humans carry weapons. I took care of it for you. How loving am I,” she spat, flinging the human at Asyr. The fledgling wasn’t nearly as big as her, so the human smacked him in the maw, pain shooting through his face. He managed to catch the human by the shoulders, holding on as Jay squirmed.

“E-eat me and I’ll punch and kick and end ya, beastie,” Jay jabbered.

“Now,” she sat back, still floating in the air. “Go ahead. Your first human. How exciting.”

Asyr trembled. He couldn’t. He simply couldn’t. This was the first human he had ever talked to, his wish upon a comet shard. No matter how Jay acted, Asyr could not find it in himself to hate him more than he hated himself. I will not kill him. I REFUSE. And yet, that refusal would mean Jay would get eaten by his mom. There is no way to get out of this. There is no way to get out of this.

And yet…

He looked down at the sniveling human, just big enough to fully fit into his maw. I could eat him in one go, and then release him outside as soon as I could. Trepidation filled his body once more. He had never done anything like this before - would he choke? He didn’t exactly have a choice. I will keep you safe.

He tentatively opened his mouth, gingerly pushing the human inside. Jay squirmed further, kicking and screaming until his arm caught on one of Asyr’s fangs, slicing into him. Jay gasped and held his arm to his chest. The dragon winced. No! Don’t squirm! He wished he could tell him as blood slid down his gullet. He shivered, hating every gulp as he forced the human further and further within him.

“Euuuaugh.” Asyr exhaled, his last gllp audible as the human slipped into him. It was awful. Whatever enjoyment could be had in this process was overshadowed by the massive stress of this entire ordeal.

“Whole and alive?~” his mother laughed. “Perhaps you’ll be able to leave the nest earlier than I thought.” She turned away, looking back at the young dragon. “I’m off to find my dinner. You’ve given me quite the appetite.” With that, she turned a corner and disappeared.

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Vomiting out Jay was as uncomfortable an experience as eating him in the first place, Asyr found. And yet, he persisted, spitting Jay out on the same hill in which they first met. Once he was fully out of him, Asyr transformed back into his human form, wiping the saliva and stomach juices from his lips. In the distance, the sun was beginning to rise.

“Jay!! JAY!! I didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh gods, please don’t tell me my stomach hurt you. I can’t,” he sniffed, “I can’t bear any more heartbreak.”

Jay scrambled backward, protecting his arm and rising groggily, falling back onto the ground.

“Yer SICK. Yer a FREAK!” he yelled, furiously wiping slime off his face.

“I HAD to,” he quivered. “B..But look! We’re both safe now.” He reached into his pocket, producing the gold coin he was gifted before. “We can go…out…somewhere…” he trailed off as the human sprinted away from view. The fledgling’s lower lip quivered. Heat bloomed in his face.

No one likes a dragon.

No one likes….me.

(Thanks for reading, errrrr it'll get better for Asyr soon enough...yeah...)

#zan writing #that's a new tag #oc:asyr #vore writing #dragon vore #soft vore #safe vore #sfw vore #vore angst #is that a tag LOL #unwilling vore #v0re #tw vore

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iztea · 5 months

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Something about my drawing feels off , i only got into digital drawing few weeks ago and I'm stuck at the same point and lost .. any advice?

mmm okay first of all this is really good- first impressions-wise, the proportions and anatomy look very solid so there are no major glaring issues so to speak

if you were to ask me, what i think this artwork needs is that sort of 'volume' or depth that most beginner digital artoworks lack. You can achieve this sort of volume in two ways depending on the style you are going for: either by improving the lineart, or by treating the lines just as part of the sketch and painting over them for a more.. ''painterly/rendered'' look if you want to keep the lineart in, what i suggest is adding some "line weight" so that the artwork doesn't look so flat. What i mean by this is to thicken the lines where body parts would naturally overlap (like the neck and shoulder, the nostrils area, the corners of the mouth as well as the tip of the lips etc) and where shadows would normally be for the illusion of volume. After that, i'd also add more shadows and color variation in the colouring layer so that the skin looks more lively and again, for that volume. You can do it with some dark blue or orange on a multiply or an overlay layer, just experiment a bit with colors and blending modes. If you want a more messy/painterly look (which is more down my alley or in line with my artstyle), what i'd personally do is i'd create a new layer on top of everything and just paint over the lines with broader strokes and a darker color in an attempt to add some volume to the shapes and to make the artwork look more cohesive and less "digital" because at the moment, i can tell that it is made up of a Lineart layer, then a Colouring Layer below, that very religiously follows the lineart layer and then maybe a layer on top of that for the other colors and the hair. This is a very common digital art process and a good one to keep in mind but a little secret i can give out that i've noticed in 80% of the artists who have this sort of drawing process is that they will always, always merge everything in one layer at the end and adjust things as they go. They will not keep the layers separated and just never revisit them in the process, despite what it may look like. There will always be something that needs fixing and they will fix it as they go so i suggest doing the same and being a bit more "freeform" with your layers

Anywayss, besides that, I'd also introduce some color variation like in the previous method. As a general tip, try to move the color slider around and don't just shade with a darker variation of the base color. I like how the hair is painted and the shine and everything, it looks very good and everything is pretty much set in place, i'd just render it even more, make it More voluminous. It's just missing a little pop a color: i'd add some blueish gray hues in the brown hair and for the purple hair i'd make it more rich by adding some deep dark blue hues and some faint yellow highlights (bc purple and yellow are complementary colors blabla) As for the shape, think of the hair as chunks of volume that reflect light and that are also affected by gravity.. or as spaghetti if u like flat hair like me bsjsjd That's all i could think of; Again, it's very good and promising considering you started just a few weeks ago, so keep going at it! I hope it was at least somewhat helpful and that i wasn't being too technical with the wording (and that it made sense)

#i hope it didn't come across as mean or something #i have a bad habit of being pretty blunt with my words #and upseting people #the artwork is really nice and pretty but i was asked for critique so i pointed out some parts that could be improved #you don't even want to know what my art looked like a few weeks into digital art lmfao #this is 10x better #keep at it op!#and again hopefully i didn't offend with anything don't take it to heart you don't have to listen to me do what u want #ask iztea #if there are any typos no there aren't

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Hi!! I saw that ur requests were opened and I love your fics! I was wondering if you could write a smut with Anakin where reader is really insecure over having small boobs and a small butt. And well... Anakin makes her feel better. 🤗 thank you sooooo much!!!

Thank you so much, it makes me so very happy knowing people enjoy my writing!! Of course!!! (Sorry about the color, I just realized you're allowed funny colors on desktop).

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The Light Casting Beauty

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Smut

Summary: Anakin loves his girl beyond what a Jedi's love should reach. She doesn't love herself though. Sounds like it's time to show her how much he really does love her.

Warnings: porn without plot, established relationship, oral (f!recieving), mmm hand kink, insecure reader

GIF NOT MINE!!

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He drank in your features, the blinds shedding the sunset onto your face. Your eyebrows relaxed as light beads of sweat clung to them, hair disheveled, laying against the navy blue blankets in messy swirls. A strip of light cast across your eyes, highlighting thick eyelashes and the deep color of your eyes, crystalizing right in front of him. Your nose, shading the left side of your face as the contour of it was revealed by the breaching of orange light. Your lips, glistening with saliva after he had kissed you endlessly moments before. Your face looked much younger now in the moment, glowing like a lantern through the night.

And your body, your skin glistening as his eyes scanned over you. You were perfect, a model in his eyes, sculpted to perfection. Light shed over your collarbone, highlighting the dip in your skin as you inhaled, then exhaled. Your boobs, the trim of the blinds just missing your nipples, hardened and perky. He touched you, making sure you were real again. His eyes scanned over your stomach, trailing his fingertips over the skin. He saw your skin in an orange hue, half of your belly button and the one side of your waist. Another, highlighting your pelvis, where your thighs barely began.

Then your mound, the slit of it hardly visible as your spread thigh took all the glory in the light. His hand squeeze the inner skin. The blinds stopped highlighting any more of your body as the lines of light ceased. His hands carried back up to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands softly.

"Ani," you breathed as he kneaded them like a lothcat. You had felt embarrassed at the moment - not that he was touching you, but that you were so exposed after feeling so insecure.

He leaned down, lips touching the skin between your boobs. You watched him with wonder. Pulling back, he did it again, laying a trail of kisses on the valley before pulling back and looking at you.

"You're so perfect, Y/n, your face, your body, your boobs, your ass, your everything. There is no one in this galaxy that could compete with you and your beauty. Inside and out."

You blushed at his words. Even as you were both fully naked, clothes discarded to the sides of the beds, you felt so flustered at his words. You'd been under him multiple times, some of them so shameless you didn't even believe any of it was real, but it all was, and it all was by the same man that you still seemed to crush over while dating.

You arched your back into him as his rough palms caused friction at your nipples as he squeezed them. Anakin leaned down for his lips to meet yours in something that had stopped being desperate long before this night began. Nothing was desperate tonight, you felt comfortable with slow. Nothing was teasing, nothing was quick, and it all amounted to everything. You needed this, your heart aching to be under him and be loved, for yourself, for your body, for your heart. And Anakin would always do that, cause he always did love you for everything you offered. Your flaws became only pebbles compared to the stones of what they once were because he loved you whether you fixed them or not. All he wanted was for you to be comfortable being you.

You breathed softly against his mouth when he pulled away to take in air before melding his lips to your once again. His hair tickled your face, forehead glossed over with sweat. And pulling away, his eyes opened and they glowed. Blue orbs in the darkening room, so beautiful and full of love.

Anakin let his hands slip down to hold your waist, keeping eye contact with you, "Every day you continue to breathe, I will love you with all of my heart. Y/n, you are something special. Your body deserves to be worshipped. Nobody's perfect, but if anybody could defy that saying, it would be you, my love."

His hands trailed slowly down to your hips, reaching under to squeeze the flesh of your ass. It certainly was hot, but it didn't feel rough, it felt like love. His thumbs dug into the plush sides of you, kissing up your nose and onto your forehead before trailing his soft lips back down and kissing you sweetly on your lips. A spark emitted when you two connected, igniting a string of fireworks inside of your belly.

Running his hands over your hipbone and letting his right hand cup your mound, he ran his middle finger through your folds. He collected slick onto it, pulling from you and putting it to his mouth, licking up your juices.

Anakin let his body snake down the bed till his face was level with your crotch. His arms grappled around your legs, keeping you locked to him. His arms were hard, muscles leading up to his shoulders, showing you just how toned he was as he held onto you. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, flesh hand sporting veins that made you wanna squirm.

He flattened his tongue again against your slit before licking from your hole up. You were wet, you had to admit it, the way he was looking at your like you were fucking dessert made you feel hot all over. You let out a quiet moan when he flicked his tongue like a snake, hitting the wet muscle on your clit in the process.

"Sweetest thing in this universe, could eat you all night," he groaned, moving up so he could sit and get comfortable, "Think I might."

With your lower back raised off the bed, you felt like you looked stupid but Anakin obviously didn't agree with that as he devoured you. His lips attacked you folds with a hunger of a thousand womp rats. His fingers held your hips tight, like if he let loose any you'd fall off the edge of Coruscant.

"Ani, fuck, feels really good," you purred, hands scrambling to hold his wrists. The way his hair fell in his face, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat, made you breathless. His blue eyes were shielded by closed eyelids that sported gorgeous thick eyelashes. He was a sight, the image of pure sex appeal.

Your praise only spurred him on with his motions, practically making out with your folds. You let out a particularly loud moan when his lips wrapped around your pearl, sucking softly. His eyes opened, half lidded and dark irises. He looked absolutely pussy-drunk, sipping you like his favorite drink.

He licked at you in an excruciatingly painful speed, making you whine and buck your hips up at him. He only chuckled, "So needy, angel. You want more?"

"Yes, yes Ani please. Please Anakin, I need more."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your slit, "Louder, c'mon pretty thing, I know you can be loud for me."

"Please!" you moaned, holding a tight grip around his wrists.

He glared at you, "Please what? You're only making this harder for yourself."

You were close to tears at this point, feeling his breath fan over your wetness every time he spoke to you or teased you. Anakin's ways of teasing were horrible and you hated them. But it made him so happy, you couldn't just refuse to obey.

"Please Anakin!"

He smirked, looking like he was high off of death sticks for how groggy his eyes were, mouth finding you again and eating you out like you were a juicy jogan fruit on Tatooine.

The moan you let out was strangled, something between a sigh of relief and pure bliss. You'd forgot the embarrassing position, forgot the insecurities, forgot that you were even home. Every feeling that surround you was surreal. All you could remember was the fact that Anakin was between your legs, prettier than you'd ever seen him and he was intoxicated from your juices.

Your thoughts came and went like a breeze, trying to think straight but giving up the second you felt the overwhelming sensation of him.

You were close, almost at your brink of release. But, Anakin had a new trick up his sleeve that he so badly wanted to try out. And it was mind-breaking. Breaching your opening with the tips of his middle and index finger, he opened up room in your clenching walls and stuck his fucking tongue in you.

You damn-near screamed, clamping a hand over your own mouth as you came on his lips and tongue. He licked you through it, tongue no longer able to dip in with how tight he'd wound you.

The moment you relaxed, you heard his laughter which set your face ablaze. He set you down, crawling over you with the goofiest smile you'd ever seen. He licked around his lips, wiping off his chin with the back of his flesh hand.

"I wanna try that again. You should've seen how hot you looked. Those pretty little eyes rolling into the back of your head," Anakin got really close up with you, thighs resting around his hips while he leaned towards your face, "I think I'll die if I don't fuck that pretty pussy, would you care to save a man's life angel?"

"An-Anything for you Ani."

He wasted no time with showing you how much his hard on also loved you.

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